Can you hear that sound? (A Beelzebub poem)

In the quiet of night, when all is asleep the ground begins to quake and creak.

Can you hear that sound?

The earth is splitting into a mighty maw, maradans peek out every window and door, they watch as the ground begins to erupt letting out the damned and corrupt.

Can you hear that sound?

Is that laughter?

its deep and depraved, it sounds like something pure evil has made, some creatures take flight darkening the sky, others slink in the shadows hidden and sly.

Something strange is happening this night i wonder why?.

Its getting closer now, that sinister sound, as inky darkness takes over the town, the creatures begin to bellow and roar as the earth quakes and shatters once more.

Can you hear that sound?

Laughter filled with malice and glee coats the air, causing goosebumps and raising hair, Doors slam, curtains close, maradans know pure evil has arose, tis the season for the lord of the damned to come and rule over the land.

The creatures howl with savage glee, as Beelzebub appears for all to see, Beelzebub raises his pitchfork high, encompassing land and sky.

With a mighty shout for all of his kin "IT'S MARAWEEN SO LET THE FUN BEGIN"

Beelzebub's Maraween Dream

Twas the night of Maraween
And all through the streets
Treaters were knocking on doors for sweets.

The costumes and colours were a wonderful sight
But soon the Maradans were in for a fright.

Evil had come to visit their town
Forces of darkness from miles around.

Beelzebub grinned in devilish delight.
As he sent his minions into the night.

A plan was devised, their minds he will bend.
Tonight Maraween will tragically end.

No Pumpkins, no sweets. No candy to eat.
Tears of his victims will be the only treat.

No Plushies for Collections, No Costumes to wear.
The fear of the night is Beelz's to share.

Most pets ran, the rest took flight.
Beelzebub came, in his terrible might.

One more POG drop, the last to be made.
Before Beelz and his terror will finally fade.

To descend back to hell, to bask in his Glory.
With dreams of next year, being even more gory.

As the sun rises, so ends his plight.
Happy Maraween to all!
And to all a Goodnight!