Hunting For Humans

In the dead of night, beneath the silver moon's gleam, Where shadows dance, and nightmares teem, Wolves with eyes of burning coal, Roam the forest, on a haunting stroll. Zombies stir from their graves below, With hollow eyes and steps so slow, Hungry for the living, they rise, Underneath the blood-red skies. Witches in their darkened lairs, Brew concoctions, cast their snares, Cackling in the eerie night, Spells and curses taking flight. In this world of spectral grace, Fear and thrill interlace, Listen closely, you will find, The hunt for humans in their mind. As the melody weaves its spell, In this haunted, darkling dell, Embrace the fear, let your heart race, In this chilling, spectral place. So, heed the call, join the chase, In this Halloween's embrace, With "Hunting for Humans," you will see, A world of fright and mystery.