WITCHES
The moon was lost behind a cloud
When something weird went by
I tried to see it going
It flew so fast and high
Witches with pointed hats
Witches that croak and croon
They ride on their broomsticks
Way beyond the moon
Witches don their flowing cloaks
When they stir their brew
They chant all their magic spells
All the dark hours through
Witches stroke their big black cats
They comb their locks of grey
When the first daylight comes
The witches hide away
I don’t believe in witches
But that is what I saw
Sailing high in the sky
On broomsticks made of straw
The stars were gone the night was dark
When something took place
I couldn’t believe it
There was a gruesome face
A skeleton with corpse like face
I viewed it with awe
I don’t believe in zombies
But that is what I saw.
The howls and cries
Under the moons eerie light
A master of the walking dead
With one infectious bite.
I don't believe in warewolves
But that is what I saw
Walking down the street
With blood stained jaw.
Another creature of the night
With fangs dripping red
A piercing bite upon your neck
Then you are bled.
I don't beleive in vampires
But that is what I saw
Lurking near the graveyard
When the moon was low.
All too soon the mellow moon
Lights an empty late night street
Children dreaming, planning, scheming
For next years trick or treat...
© Hazel 2011
