Children of Death

Beneath the moon's enchanting light, In shadows deep and dark as night, A world of mystery and fright, Where fantasies and dreams take flight. Through haunted woods and eerie glades, In moonlit mist and secret shades, The Children of Death, a spectral parade, In whispered echoes, their tale cascades. They dance upon the spectral breeze, Their laughter echoing through the trees, A haunting melody that does appease, As night unfolds with ghostly keys. Yet fear not, for 'tis Halloween's embrace, A time for magic, a spectral chase, Where goblins grin and witches grace, A world where mystery finds its space. So let the music weave its spell, In moonlit realms where spirits dwell, The Children of Death, a tale to tell, In Halloween's enchanting swell.