Spellbound

Dark orange skies Fading into black night, A crescent moon rise Glowing ghostly white Skimming overhead With trick or treaters below, I watch them tread Before up I go ... Flying over corn crops Reaching out to touch the stars, Dodging rooftops ... And parked cars Above the tree limbs Sweeping the last leaves, As I swoop by, skims The houses' eaves Over the picket fences And wrought iron gates, The night commences Where the cemetery waits It is Halloween ... In all it's sight and sound, Beautiful to be seen And I am spellbound!