"Is this what you used to do
on Halloween?" asked the witch boy.

"This, and more. 
But, let me introduce myself!
Moundshroud is the name. 
Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud. 
Does that have a ring, boys?
Does it sound for you?"

It sounds, the boys thought,
oh, oh, it sounds...!

Moundshroud.

"A fine name,"
said Mr. Moundshround,
giving it a full sepulchral 
night-church sound.
"And a fine night. 
And all the deep dark wild
long history of Halloween
waiting to swallow us whole!"

"Swallow us?"