Walking through coffin lined streets, Less steps than heart beats, Looking left than right, Hard to see the dead at night. A marionette chatters silently, A zombie wanders mindlessly, A kid tricks fiercely, The night continues on endlessly! Cans in the graveyard call out names, While a menacing ghost plays mind games. What accident brought me here? This land of fear. Cold whisps linger in the air. A hand runs through your hair. Turn and see, Who it could be! There she stands with black cloth, Don't follow that alien Goth!