High up in the sky,
The moons creeps out from its hiding place,
To dance along silvery clouds,
While spirits take to the streets,
Under the staring eye of the streetlights,
The yellow glow that pierced the night,
The clock chimes, softer than before,
And you know that it’s witching hour,
Lock up your daughters, shoot your sons,
You know that it has begun,
They take to the streets, where children would play,
Trying to wash out the truths of another day,
There’s a voice echoing through the hills,
Its dark purpose gives you chills,
The screams of pain grow closer -
Thought you’d washed your hands clean,
Lock your doors it’s witching hour,
Footfalls echo in the night,
Whispers under candlelight,
Of a time, so close at hand,
Where reality slips away like sand,
Time stands still, while the darkness spreads,
Working its way, inside your head,
Opens up one wary eye -
Staring out, from the heart of imagination,
Witching hour; and it comes to life,
Your eyes lose focus,
You grip the ones you hold closest,
There’s an evil floating down the street,
A face you know, you’d dare not meet,
Its thought alone makes you stumble,
As the walls around you creek and tumble,
As despair and anguish swoop through the town,
Your mind emerges and you have some faith -
Although the screams tell you it’s too late,
Witching hour, the moon curves its wicked grin,
Deafening silence of the tick-tock clock,
While the moon smirks upon your walk,
Devil’s brew, on your lips,
A dying rose, at your fingertips,
You drop down upon faultless knees,
Face solemn; the spirit’s thirst to appease,
Muted wind surrounds you there,
Whisked away into the hour’s false air,
By the way, keep up the good poetry Gabriel- you've seen the world at its darkest; and the only way we can move out from this darkness is to be able to understand it as you seem to.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 68.144.74.112 on Jun 1, 2004 5:57 PM
You've covered many things in this magical little night journey. Very good! 'The devil's brew upon my lips' - excellent line! Alcohol has ruined many lives, and ended many others.
I'm glad to see you keep stopping by to share your work with us, Daniel. I love to watch the growth of all of you and your work, I'm so proud and pleased to be able to be associated with all of you.
Keep it up, Daniel! Should we give your co-author a name, or was his a small contribution? He could say hello to us all too.
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