Where dragons lurk and banshees scream,
where knights aren't always what they seem,
where ghosts and ghouls all run around,
where zombies rise out of the ground,
where things that slither, slither on,
where things that die are not quite gone,
where dark and knotted forests rise,
where every turn brings new surprise,
where men are wolves, or sometimes bats,
where black's the fur of all the cats,
where witches stir their bubbling brews,
where eldritch gods are known to snooze,
it's here your uncle built the house
he's left to you and to your spouse.
Have a happy Halloween.
Tale Told 