Night Bewitches

NIGHT BEWITCHES Night offers that welcome darkness With only the pale moon to observe When undefined things will emerge And those rare emotions can surge Strangest sounds that touch a nerve And images, proud of their starkness The witching hour will come at night Feeling cold running down your spine The chill wind blows like a soft moan Now sure that you’re no longer alone You know something crossed that line Whispers dance in the air, out of sight The shadows are barely sure they exist Moonlight casting weird shades of grey The dark cloudless sky feels undressed Things scuttling around, as if possessed All scurrying to avoid the dawning day An enchantment opportunity, missed