‘The Night Before Halloween’ is a poem written onto a scroll by the Scroll Master in Autumn, year 301 of the Silver Age. Every year on the night before Halloween, the Scroll Master knocks on everyone’s door and reads the poem aloud directly from the original scroll. This cherished tradition has continued on into the current ages.
The monster that the poem is referring to at the end is the Pumpkin King.
Tis the night before Halloween, and Autumn’s almost done
The dead have walked for 60 days and still left is one
Gourdlings rose from pumpkin patches, inside their heads was fire
and inside old creepy castles awakened many Grand Vampires
Beatrice, an evil hag, kept her cauldron at a boil
and at night the skies were filled with flocks of old Gargoyles
Bradleys hunted for days to keep their burrows full
and the Guest Room Monster in the basement dressed itself in wool
Vladimir the Pointer enjoyed pointing at driven carts
and Tromplers stood in forests hiding their flaming heads of sparks
Chimney Climbers woke from the dead to terrorize the homes
and the Herdsman punished bison hating humans and gnomes
Out in the world’s corn fields, Crowkins were formed
and Wood Gnomes turned people to wood and made them terribly deformed
The Pumpkin Demon in his patch awaited to be unchained
And Wintagors from way up north awaited winter days
Shy Owls looked for jack-o-lanterns to hide away their heads
and Glop Mouses searched to infect the bones of the dead
Grats with chubby bellies swooped down onto people’s hair
and Robert Redwood, known as Bobby, left the forests bare
The Dapper Dude danced in manors now without an owner
and Many Mouths, a fleshy beast, ate off wandering loners
Hoovis raked in the woods to prevent forest fires,
and packs of Howlers ran through towns, howling like a choir
Deacon’s Warriors brawled and fought in flattened battle fields
and Scarecrows of the season’s harvest made corvids yield
The Remnant Freak, locked behind a spell, wanted to be free
and Red Boars torched the land and made pig-hunters flee
Gobelwulfs, don’t get me started, just make sure you have salt
and River Monsters with fish-hooked tails caught people who happened to halt
Eshra knocked on doors searching for a girl to replace her
and then I, the Scroll Master, came to your house from a blur
Here we are, standing here, reading this long poem
and after all is said and done I want you to know ’em
All these monster here are real, so light your pumpkins brights
and you’ll be safe from evil, again you’ll see the morning’s light
Halloween is tomorrow, and what a day it will be
and if you survive the day, I have one last monster for you to see
He’s mean, he’s brutal, his sword drags on the ground
and when you see him, you’ll surely say that he deserves his crown
Happy Halloween!