Bewitching Hour

Stars sparkle in the black velvet sky Lit with orange and red Meteor appears as a shooting star A bright streak of light Across the heavens The moon, a lovely crescent A midnight gust blows overhead The darkest ink lays before dawn Arrives the bewitching hour When the veil between life and death Is at its weakest Phantom limbs intertwine And witches cast their spell I wake up unsettled with a cold sweat When supernatural activity is at its greatest