Friday, November 16, 2018

The Witching Hour

April 14, 2010 by  
Filed under Poetry

A raven croaked, flitted across the Castle ruins.

Pale streaks of moonshine casting shadows.

Wierd shapes of ruined walls, looked menacing.

The Witching hour neared it’s time.

A shrieking Witch, long nosed and pointed hat,

Broomstck and cat screamed around the castle walls,

Signalling the Ghosties and Ghoulies to play,

To a cresendo of shrieks and cackling laughter,

Limbless Knights on headless horses,

Eyless Priests on fearsome monsters.

Pranced shrieking,flashing swords in bloodless battle,

Sightless skulls with hairless heads stood guard.

The witch’s black cat with nashing teeth

and nine inch claws ,hissed and clawed,

Enormous mouth crushung passing skulls,

while swallowing headless horses,

Thus the Witching hour passed,

The lights flared out, the audience stood and cheered,

Electricians took their bows, £15000 in contributions,

The Hospice was saved for another year.

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