Witching Hour
As midnight approaches
The bells start to ring
The witch starts to cackle
As her plot sinks in
There parents don’t know it
But tonight it all ends
The little kids will scream
As the witching hour begins
She’ll mess with there minds
Making them calm
Till she has them in her lair
Singing sad songs
Beware
Tonight the witch is approaching near
In a place of darkness
Lies a bunch of little kids
Ready to end there lives
© 2009 Alyssa Willis
FatalDesire commented on Witching Hour
06-28-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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