Molac

The spectral ghosts of eons past
awake in bloody crimson fry
while black cat climbs,
his vibes aghast
on corpse appearing from black nigh.

When spooky bones brew spirit's eve,
it's Halloween in graveyard's sky.
A thorny trick
is up goon's sleeve
as even dead do pumpkin pie.

Then moon leers full upon headstones
and pasty prank shows monster spy;
the children hide
from goblin groans
as Frankenstein trades eye for eye!