His time has come

A dark and wintry night
Not a soul in sight
Except for a few spooky figures
On the front lawn coming to life
Moving towards the darkness of the house
The house dark except for a single candle light
The cheap recourse from the old fart

They love to roam in at times and give the old bat a scare
More so on this special night
More than a scare
Armed to the teeth with their garden tools

Enough of insults and unpaid wages from this real scrooge
The right omen was there, agreeing with their goal and their mood
The moment ripe as the hearse slowly drove by
The witch smiling on her broom as she went for a ride.