The Hidden Secret

It is the night of the dead, the darkest night I have ever seen

Ghosts float across these cemeteries, and I can almost see their eyes

The cross above the grave, is my great great grandmothers, who was once a witch

The hidden secret lies with her, it is told to be on her finger, the ring of death

Once the locket of ruby is opened, it will haunt you with its spell, until you have no breath

I now am wearing this ring of torture, I inherited it in my grandmothers will

See, I too, am a witch, and the creatures of the night are my food for the taking

I shall eat the flesh, and dig out the guts with my nails, and speak in a tongue

No other shall know, but the undead will become life, and they shall walk into the fog

Where they shall feast upon the living, the little tikes at door to door, with a deviant

Greeting, Happy Halloween, come and play in the forest with me, and I will show you

My hidden secrets