Witching Hours Poem by Eric Gibson

Ohhh...
gi raaaan....jaaa....

Creaking voices like oaks
and jagged notes from a
strange instrument.

Swimming in weirdness,

'All night....'

Iggy's haunting vocals
taunt me with sleep and
dark explorations.

Stalking through shrieking
shadows,
fists clenched,
I want to boil in primal
desires,

Creatures quake and look for
escape.

'Come...come...'

Oh gi ran ja....

An equation of passion...

A presence with voodoo
I'll bring...

'Goodbye...goodbye...'

Oh gi ran jaaaa......

Haven't you ever wanted to simply....

...lurk?

With wings of terrifying violins...?
With sweats of fever dreams and
ghosts
with savage compliments?