Gathering Evil Dust

Written by: Russell Sivey

The evil dust floats down from the darkened sky The bats go in and out of the grey matter The witches use the dust from which they imply Evil is done here, spells are left to scatter They collect their due and walk up to their house Pumpkins are all lit, scaring even the mouse The dead trees start to catch on fire, bringing fear Hatred lurks in hard crevices, death is near
Russell Sivey