31 days ‘til Halloween night,
When shadows dance by candlelight.
The wind it whispers, crisp and cold,
A tale of fright about to unfold.
30 days and the pumpkins glow,
With toothy grins, their faces show,
A creeping smile, a watchful leer,
Their hollow laughter we start to hear.
29 days ‘til witches cackle,
From broomstick skies, they start to tackle,
The midnight air with spells so thick,
Their cauldrons bubble, their potions slick.
28 days, the ghosts take flight,
They float and wail through the dead of night.
Sheets of white and glowing eyes,
In graveyard mists, the spirits rise.
27 days, a werewolf’s howl,
Echoes far, a haunting growl.
His claws now scrape on cobblestone,
Beneath a moon so fully grown.
26 days, beware black cats,
They slip through alleys like acrobats.
Their emerald eyes, they gleam and gleam,
Casting spells in the street’s dim dream.
25 days, the vampires creep,
From shadowed halls where they never sleep.
With fangs so sharp and eyes so red,
They wait for dusk to leave their bed.
24 days, the fog rolls thick,
Hiding figures that move so quick.
What’s that shuffling just ahead?
Perhaps the lost or the undead.
23 days, the spiders spin,
A web of nightmares to crawl within.
Their webs like lace on the windows’ frame,
Catching whispers that call your name.
22 days, beware the clown,
His painted grin’s the talk of town.
Balloons in hand, his eyes so wide,
Hide something darker deep inside.
21 days, the bats take flight,
Across the purple-painted night.
They swarm the sky, a velvet wave,
Above each crypt and ancient grave.
20 days, the dolls awake,
In dusty attics, they stir and shake.
With glassy eyes, they start to stare,
And shuffle softly down the stair.
19 days, the scarecrows bend,
Their straw-stuffed limbs begin to send,
A creak, a groan, a chilling sound,
As they guard the eerie fields around.
18 days, the mirrors crack,
Revealing shadows staring back.
But look too long, and you might find,
Something slips inside your mind.
17 days, the goblins cheer,
For mischief’s hour is drawing near.
They twist your paths, confuse your sight,
And lead you deep into the night.
16 days ‘til zombies roam,
They shuffle slowly far from home.
Their vacant eyes, their tattered clothes,
Are searching for what no one knows.
15 days, a banshee cries,
Her wailing echo splits the skies.
Her voice, a song of doom and woe,
Will chill you deep, from head to toe.
14 days, the headless ride,
With flaming pumpkins at their side.
Through haunted woods, they charge and scream,
Lost to time in a twisted dream.
13 days, the haunted halls,
Whisper secrets through their walls.
A creak, a groan, a spectral sigh,
As old ghosts greet you passing by.
12 days, beware the creeping vine,
That winds and twists in silent time.
Its tendrils snake around your feet,
Dragging you where darkness meets.
11 days, the ghouls arise,
Their glowing faces, pale with lies.
They creep and crawl in silent rows,
Where shadows bend and cold wind blows.
10 days now, the witches brew,
A potion thick, a cursed stew.
One sip, they say, and you’ll be bound,
To dance forever round and round.
9 days ‘til skeletons sway,
Their bony dance, a weird ballet.
They rattle, creak, and tap their feet,
To eerie tunes down every street.
8 days left, and goblets clink,
The monsters gather for a drink.
A toast to mischief, fear, and fun,
Until the rise of morning sun.
7 days now, the graveyards moan,
With whispers in the undertone.
A bony hand, it claws its way,
Out of the earth to greet the day.
6 days left, the shadows creep,
From alleyways and corners deep.
They slither, slip, and softly hiss,
A cold, strange touch you cannot miss.
5 days now, the witches fly,
Their broomsticks carving up the sky.
With glowing eyes, they cackle loud,
And dive into the swirling cloud.
4 days left, the masks appear,
Of monsters, ghouls, and silent fear.
Behind each face, a question hides:
Who’s the one that lurks inside?
3 days now, the children grin,
As costumes hang, all set to sin.
With bags in hand, they’ll soon set out,
To trick, to treat, to scream, to shout.
2 days left, the candles flare,
Carved pumpkins light the darkened air.
Their jagged smiles, so wicked bright,
Guide the path to Halloween night.
1 day left, and the clock strikes soon,
A countdown now beneath the moon.
The creatures gather, the night begins,
Let the magic and the madness spin!
And then—at last—it’s Halloween!
Where every fright and every scene,
Comes to life in joy and fear,
For Halloween is finally here!
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