BOO! To You.
When the autumnal sky is streaked with a fiery glow
And the harvest moon is set ablaze
We see spirits of those who used to be among us
Haunting freely in a cold and misty haze
They call out to us ‘ere they roam,
Spewing their tales of fright
Beacons of warning and sirens of danger
Their appearance is a ghastly, unwanted site
They foretell of horrors and terrifying visions of the future
Ones that scare and taunt, and are sure to be
Unless those in the living can escape with their souls unscathed
All it takes is waking from their nightmare to once again see.
Come to the light and leave your status quo behind
It’s a customer-in-control world, that you truly seek
Free yourself from business-as-usual and you’ll see, your future isn’t nearly as bleak