Soon Poem by Maxwell B Anderson

A slice of moon, in the western sky.

A gentle breeze, tickles by.

The Autumn sun, all day it took,

blinks goodnight with its last look.

Venus blasts a twinkling fire.

Before the dawn she will expire.

Abounding now, goblins creep.

Salivating, after daytime sleep.

Bats will flap to feed on blood.

Trolls are marching through the mud.

Baying wolves, shredding flesh.

Howling hounds jaws, soon, will thresh...



The spells are cast and float around.

Ripping souls from wretches bound.

Witchey crones, cauldrons stir.

Mangey black cats spit and purr.

Spectral winds from Satans breath,

Danse Macabre mocking death.

The Autumn winds brought also, calm..

And faeries glide the night, without harm.

But winter smiles of day soon blaze,

Last Hallows eve, now just a haze.

The morning sky looks for the sun.

Goodbye now Fall, Jack Frost has come.