The Mystical Planet

There it glows illuminating night, Harkening to frightening sounds, Enlightening her crevices, Molding images of real fright; Yakking all witches delight... Suspending bats from trees, Topping their heads with fleas: Ironic play to increase their pranks! Contained the mystical moon waits, Arming herself with blinding gleams, Launching them to break up their feats Louder than the wolves wild groans! Above winds anticipate a storm, No star likes rainy clouds over them; Enamored are the soft eyes of dreamers... Totally lured by those celestial tones!