At the hour of the wolf
On the day of the dead
In the season of the witch
The blood moon glared down
Through thick tangled branches
Of ancient oaks that surrounded
The stone altar incised with
Inscrutable petroglyphs
The sole legacy of some
Unknown race and culture
Now drowned in the deepest
Oceans of time.
Dense murky mist rose
And swirled on
The forest floor
The calls of night birds ceased
The scuffling of nocturnal scavengers
Abated in anxious anticipation
The mournful howl of a lone wolf
Shattered the ominous silence.
Emerging from the thick mist
An assembly of apparitions
Garishly garbed gypsies
Witches tramps crazed clowns
Pirates vampires elves and fairies
Gathered around the ancient monolith
To gorge themselves on
Sweet treats extorted from
Neighboring houses.
Happy Halloween!!!!
