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
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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