As the Bell Tolls

A poem about All Hallows Eve.

The bell tolls,
The dead arose,
To creep through the night,
While all alive doze.

Haunts take flight,
The cold wind blows,
The vampire's might,
Shines through the night.

The bell tolls,
All Hallows Eve begins.
Unsuspecting humans sleep,
The dead come again.

Both kinds meet,
They do every hallows eve,
Then it begins again,
As the bell tolls...