Witches Moon
By: Wayne Brown
The incessant creak of an empty rocker
In another space
The sound of whispers down the hall
Things haunt this place
A turning doorknob; a creaking hinge
Footsteps on the porch
Scratching sounds on panes of glass
Visions of a burning torch
Blood dripping from the bathroom spigot
Drumming on the basin
Clock chimes the midnight hour
The time for haunting hastens
A chorus of voices cry from the cellar
Screams of awful pain
Thunder rattles; rain falls; lightning flashes
The rattling of dungeon chains
Steps cross the hardwood floor, slow and loud
Heard from an empty room
The rain stops and the dark clouds clear
Exposing a witch’s silver moon
A hag’s black cauldron boils with a mystic brew
Hidden in a secret space
Images bubble upon the brewing surface
Fearing hearts begin to race
A spell is cast; a fate is sealed; on this moonlit night
The hag’s desires will commence
Hearts beats loud as the imagination creates
Things out of nothing adding to the suspense
In the distance the curdling howl of the wolf-man
The moon lights his way
Blood-thirsted desire is upon his breath
His killings will come before light of day
Vampire bat with wings of black flying in the night
Transforming into human things
Fangs hidden behind his smiling lips
Until the victim feels their sting
The witch’s moon hangs in the sky glowing ever so bold
The cauldron bubbles with evil keen
The witch’s moon; a large silvery, evil orb
Lighting the evils of this night; the night of Halloween
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10/31/2011
