Witches Above

Witches above

hand me my

pumpkin

with love

commanding

‘carve’!

devils below

at large

surrounding

bare trees

black silhouette

against the sky

moon

this orange

and black

season

makes

me

feel

so

wonderful

setting my

struggling

soul free.

flying bats

and howling cats

it’s not just that

those

weird-looking pumpkins

with hollow lighted eyes

and I

walk amongst the

gravestones

with ember colored

fire flies

amongst hidden

sudden surprise

a shadow it is

at my window

a ghost who

haunts me

in its guise

at my door

it follows me

inside

a green face

at my bedside

dully lit

standing quite still

hovering

above

where I lie,

a

most

willing

solemn

host

will

I

never

be.

 

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