Halloween in Whyshburg
A shadow sweeps through the ancient town, as iron doors are unsealed
Chanting floats through the cobbled streets as the mysteries are revealed
Why oh why in a place like this filled with evil to its core
Should they smile to the recitation of long forgotten lore?
Revelers don their mystic clothes, a sense of power fills the air
Restless teens dress as nightmare things, lurk in shadows for a scare
Children roam in the swirling fog for tonight is Halloween!
How can there be in this haunted place such a joyful carefree scene?
Cursed by horrors, nameless things, and gargoyles from the sky
Grown men there have been turned to stone as their weeping widows cry
Vengeful cults fight the living dead as the dark things hunger grew
The shriveled founders sealed in tombs twisted bargains have come due
Every night in this horrid place brings another shocking fright
So how can the dwellers of this town have a jolly hallows night?
Because it is told that the young ones there have a power that will grow
Dark gifts from the Lords of Autumn, who lurk far down below
The first of the kids can call the swarms, bugs and beasts who crawl and creep
The second one can call the bones, making prancing scarecrows leap
The final child can call the dark, living shapes of endless night
All three have come to save the town from an ancient horrid blight
An endless feud buried long ago has now risen once again
As bat like ghouls dig out from the ground, hungry fiends who once were men
They seek to strip the town of life garbed as revelers in disguise
But the children know that they have arrived, that their costumes cover lies
So, welcome all to this backwards town where two kinds of darkness fight
See the carnage here in Whyshburg on a cold October night!
Who will prevail in this blood-soaked place, horrid things or costumed youth?
And which one serves the foulest lords even I don’t know the truth!
