10-31

10/31 By R.e. Taylor On the most unholy of days Her name is Batibat and she waits for you You will not find her in your closet She will not be hiding under your bed She is more cunning than that Whenever you close your eyes To sleep or just to rest She will be in your dreams Terrorizing your spirit Forcing to face fear that you have never known Making you afraid to stay asleep Making you more afraid to awaken Just remember when you see her Tomorrow is another day A holy day Remember too that you will be safe for another year Maybe © 2017 Shadowlight Publishing