Spirit Collection
Flying on a broomstick the witch goes high
Seemingly through to the moon and above
She cackles a laugh as she moves onward
Below her flies nimble bats without love
A blood sucker awaiting her return
So he can become the greatest vampire
Outside the haunted mansion sits pumpkins
All lit for this night, for evil desire
Door opens, there seems to be no one there
A ghostly outline stands in its own place
As if by quick lightning the witch appears
Holding a spell to cover all this space
She finds the wondering bat, to convert
Making him the greatest vampire ever
Power envelopes all about himself
He enters the house to find more power
Once energized, through the evil controls
He teleports into the nearby town
Here he will feed on the young innocents
And make each soul of theirs his very own
After the collection he returns home
And puts the victims into crystal ball
So the dark witch can use them as lost ghosts
To play evil throughout the land and all
All that’s left is smiling jack-o-lanterns
To carry dead spirits within its core
They’re placed at most houses within the world
To complete the spell, the spirit will roar
Russell Sivey
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