November the first and he had been left behind
All witches, ghouls and ghost had returned home
Gone every imp and devil, he alone the only remaining of his kind.
Here amid the humans, what was he to do alone.
He roamed the streets, haunted the parks, prowled the shopping centre
He hung around the schools looking for like souls to play with
He messed up children’s rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t enter.
He was so lonely and bored nothing on this earth any joy could give.
After a while when the demons roll was called, finally he was missed
All hell was let loose where was the boy, the haunted soul
Who would comfort him, could a human sooth him like a vampire kisssed
Would angels find him and steal his evil and make him something whole.
So out the went the hoards of hell to search the world and search it well
All this fuss for just one boy, because the devil loves his own
The loss on Halloween was more than he could bare,an empty space in hell
Out the Furies went, they found him and took him home.