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A Spooky Tale
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Holidays The night was so dark and stormy
No mortal was abound
The faires hid beneath the sea
Asleep without a sound
The trees, they swished an eerie tune
Upon naked, wooden spines
As lupines howled at the moon
In stretched ancestral lines
Thick clouds of gray hung low and deep
The stars were mislaid in black
As winds across the lands did creep
Calling loud the name of "Jack"
The shadows watched my ev'ry move
Discerning my inner fear
They whispered "candy is our groove"
Hallowe'en is nearly here.
Oh this is a delight to read. The howling dogs, the wind, the dark sky. All told in a lovely roley-poley meter that makes the eyes dance with it on its demonish stead. And when finished all one can say is Gosh!
Thanks Amy for another of your gems.
Richard.E.