Halloween: 2020 Poem by DM W

Dense clusters of stars gather eerily
In night's dominion. The moon's spectral light
Spreads knowingly across the land and sea.
It tempts us to forget diurnal time,
And embrace cold realms of dark mysteries.
The owl's hoots and the flapping of bats' wings
Point to that which is crooked and surreal.
For soon a myriad terrible things,
Will emerge from the shadows and gravestones,
And on to the streets. If you listen closely,
You will begin to hear their chilling moans.
Sordid nightmares will then replace sweet dreams!