Thoughts of Harvest Moon

A mystical feeling exuded by the harvest moon Makes me think my trip to heaven might be quite soon. There is knowledge in there that rivals shadows of grays. Luna’s magical feeling prances in shadow of October praise. My thoughts go to witches, goblins, ghouls, and black cats. In the belfry beside me, I hear the creaking sound of sleeping bats. The harvest moon is full tonight, which brings a new eerie thought. I wonder what creepy grim creatures, Luna has brought.