Goblins' Dance
Solid cover of morn's damp dew
Looks frosty 'pon mown grass
Jets have traversed the eastern sky
Leaving white streaks where passed
The rising sun has cast some pink
There's sand 'pon the low clouds
A mysterious fog hides the hills
Where goblins gather in crowds
They roast marshmallows in the night
Play, sing, and dance with glee
Dare the owls to sing who, who, who
At the rising sun flee
Contest: Everything Halloween
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
September 12, 2013
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