Boo Land...
The birds crowd wires waiting for frosted orders,
Our breath soon to mist the air about our heads,
The light of day flickering to evening's candles,
Summer's fading embers already starting to grace trees,
Orion and his pantheon of stars wait to drift above the horizon,
Glittering in the chill night air once again...
Spirits moan and wail in whispers among the old stones,
Jack Frost waiting for the cold Earth to rouse his bones,
They creep 'round the graveyard and clearings in the wood,
The dancing things think blood is good,
A pot to stir of bubbling green,
Black cats on broomsticks too high to be seen,
Shrieking bats and pointed hats,
Glowing bones a-rattle gnawed by rats,
The sheaves are tall and the pumpkins mean,
Cut to life with eyes that flicker and gleam,
Spells are whispered as the old bat cackles,
Things get twisted and the Universe crackles,
Don't wander alone in the world's hidden cracks,
You don't want to be eaten by the Pumpkin Jacks,
They clitter and clatter,
Claws like twigs your blood to splatter,
Skittering twittering across cold cobblestone and dirt,
If they hear you shiver it's a world of hurt,
Candy, candy, off to bed,
Dreams of Summer have left your head.
The birds crowd wires waiting for frosted orders,
Our breath soon to mist the air about our heads,
The light of day flickering to evening's candles,
Summer's fading embers already starting to grace trees,
Orion and his pantheon of stars wait to drift above the horizon,
Glittering in the chill night air once again...
Listen, listen, listen and close,
For the whispers of spirits you miss the most,
Soon the veils will thin and their world be close.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/14/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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