The Witching Hour
In the darkness of the night,
lights are dim and moonlight bright.
Fear sends shivers up my spine,
As something follows close behind.
Afraid to turn my head to see,
Just what it is that follows me.
Instead I coax my feet to run,
my heart is pounding this ain’t fun.
The witching hour shadows fall,
upon the streets and up the wall.
Screaming silence in the night,
I tremble as I sense the fright.
I wildly scramble to my door,
Then tumble in onto the floor.
Breathing heavily I lock doors tight,
to keep the evil out this night.
I make my way up to my bed,
I pull the cover over my head.
I say a prayer that I awake,
to see the sun the next daybreak.
by L. A. Hardt
"What fun for just one night to dress up and let our imagination play, and to walk hand and hand in play with everyones own imagination."