A fog that lingers ‘neath the full moon’s glow,
Across the baron fields of country side
An isolated mist of mystery’s woe;
The Horseman lingers, watching as he rides.
Beneath the full moon’s glow, the wolf, he howls;
At midnight gloom, he stalks, his bones decay;
The midnight creatures watch upon the prowl
To greet and strike whomever comes their way.
Beware the veil of night, a dark charade;
Oh mist of doom, conceal those all from sight!
Beware my friends, the eyes of red and jade -
The darkest hour beckons Evil’s blight.
Beware to all, the creatures cast from hell,
The stories past from one to next we tell.