The spooks are out,
the kids run round,
the shrill screams
a chilling sound.

The ghouls will march,
as the shadow grow long,
the spookies will dance,
to the pumpkin god's song.

The fog sets in,
the heart races,
in the light of fear,
the nervous paces.

shivers and terrors,
nightmares given flesh
face up to the ghoulies
attentive and fresh!

Sith
Passionate, Driven
Plotting, Backstabbing, Controlling
Powerful, Mystical, Feared, Hated
Caring, Defending, Supporting
Compassionate, conservative
Jedi

this might be a little more relaxed, or a bit too brief of a glimpse into the "retired" life of Bentre, but I hope it flows well enough for your liking. I have just been trying something a slight bit different in writing style to see how I like it. More pensive, but it seemed to fit for this prompt. :P