The Witching Hour
He lies awake, eyes wide
An excited shiver warps his body
As he waits in the witching hour
For her.
On this special night
When the umbral veil is thin
And worlds, once repelled, collide
he can again
Hold his lover tight.
The clock chimes midnight
and the room is filled with unholy light
as she comes to him,
floats majestically through the door
and spreads her arms as if to implore
that he go to her.
Fear grips his haunted mind
and he pauses in his longing
she doesn’t seem real,
But he succumbs,
as he always did,
to the siren song of her arms
and moves with nervous pace
into her cold embrace.
And as the clock chimed one,
and the witching hour ended
the beautiful apparition
and her human love
were gone
and the ghostly light had faded
Elaine Booth
Mon 1st Nov 2010 18:05
Spot on for the time of year! Liked "an excited shiver warps his body". Good to go with the vibe - and this certainly does it! E x