Witching Hour
By Phoenixfire
Witches flying on their brooms,A werewolf howls at the moon,Bodies raise from ancient tombs ~Walking stiffly ~Spreading DoomThe Night is DarkThe Air is ChillThe Devil's childrenStalk their killDeath conducts a symphonyof screaming wailing agonyBald Mountains terrors have come trueCould this be the end for me and you?Corny poem I wrote last Halloween Written September 23rd, 2001 © on Sep 23 2001 03:44 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Witches flying on their brooms,A werewolf howls at the moon,Bodies raise from ancient tombs ~Walking stiffly ~Spreading DoomThe Night is DarkThe Air is ChillThe Devil's childrenStalk their killDeath conducts a symphonyof screaming wailing agonyBald Mountains terrors have come trueCould this be the end for me and you?Corny poem I wrote last Halloween..."