Beneath the moon's pale, haunting glow, Samhain's creatures start to show, They slither, crawl, and take to flight, In the realm of shadows, dark as night.

Banshees keen with mournful cries, Púcas lurk with shifting guise, Sidhe dance with an enchanting sway, Fiends emerge from depths of decay.

On Samhain's eve, their presence grows, Sending shivers through the souls they chose.

[AI Generated Video] [2023]