Amber eyes and scary tale
A book held tightly in hand
A talon’s grip will prevail
As hours pass in the sand
And from the cauldron, greenish mist billows
For one moment, an ancient heart falters
Adding the nose of two armadillos
The incantation song and life alters
Stirring mix with wicked hope
The amber eyes burn to red
A stagger turns to a lope
As the heartbeat starts to thread
Within the sickly mist, a form stands firm
Inhaling deeply the remnants of life
Though the lesser beings begin to squirm
Her determination cuts like a knife
Much more than what was before
One lone soul left to bestow
A night riddled with folklore
Feeds the empowering blow
An existence filled with normal living
Can make one forget all that’s really there
A spell that requires the art of giving
Songs of lost trick-or-treaters in the air
~Lady Akania
saludos
Pat.
Nor have that witch find me.
Halloween is now long past
But I still have the urge to flee
Thank You.
The Best of Life's offerings to you and your family always,
Tracey
Fantastic imagery - a very-well crafted, haunting write ... greatly enjoyed!!
Robert
well written
William ....pecae
Chanti
Tommy
Maybe I will keep my kid home on Halloween!!!
Having second thoughts now after reading your words!
lol......well done
Reindeer