Headless Spirit
Bats do fly on this spooky autumn night
Land on an old tree that’s deader than dead
There’s a noose that hangs from the greatest height
Hangs over the grave of man with no head
Sky has an orange tint to it tonight
Pumpkins enjoy the color and absorbs
Feeling the fear that’s in the air with fright
Seeing now a witch with her crystal orbs
Placing one on the headless ghost’s tombstone
She invokes the spirit to come forth here
Quickly he shows up, but he’s not alone
Spirits from all around arrive that scare
The witch knows her defeat and rides her broom
She’ll get the headless spirit sometime soon
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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