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
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