Nightmares and a Halloween Night of Dread

Halloween and dark clouds obscure the night
The moon hidden as though it never existed
Visions of witches with boiling pots of brew
Headless horsemen and bloody wrecking crews
Cursed demons and corpses smelling of decay
With evil old Satan himself leading the way
Pointing to fires of smoldering hot raw flesh
The smell of death on the air is not at all fresh
Causing one and all to gag and regurgitate
Over and over again cottage cheesy vomit
A nasty bile that keeps coming up and choking
Invoking thoughts of the worst of nightmares
That make sleep all bu impossible on any night
Let alone this Halloween night of dread