All Hallows Evening

There was not in the sky one small patch painted blue when the sun wrapped in clouds set unnoticed unseen. Eerie sounds; what they were, he did not have a clue but in darkness it’s known that the spectres convene. Rolls of thunder ensued in the pursuit of light then the droplets of rain soon increased, landed hard. Swishy beating of wings betrayed shaitans in flight… He stopped dead in his tracks as they caught him off guard. Then a split in the clouds let the moonlight appear, to the hamlet he strode, ghouls he tried to avoid. With a spring in his step, shedding aura of fear, niggly doubts were dispelled. He got back his sangfroid. Midnight struck and at last every curtain he drew. An inversion of roles: Jekyll sipped on his brew. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - An English Sonnet in anapestic tetrameter rhyme scheme (abab-cdcd-efef-gg) All Hallows’ Evening Poetry Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish © 8 November 2022