31st October Night Poem by Serene Sapphire

At the dead of night,
There is no light,
Off they are turned,
By bodies that were burned

At the graveyard,
With headstones(hard) ,
10 zombies and a ghost,
And the witch as a host

'Where's Ned? ? ? '
Patting her cat she said,
'If he doesn't hurry up
My cat'll drink him in a cup'

Soon Ned arrived,
To a headstone he was tied,
And was the vicious cat's meal,
He will certainly heal
Not might,
For it was 31st October night!