The Witching Hour

Darkness falls across the sky,
as all the bats begin to fly.

Mist starts to fill the air,
eerie noises everywhere.

Shadows dance across the trees,
of things that you can not see.

The feeling of an evil power,
beware, its now the witching hour.

Spirits begin to hang around, the
sound of foot steps on the ground.

The full moon giving a frightful
glow, dark clouds, the wind begins
to blow.

Silhouettes of things unknown, will
chill you, right to the bone.

Branches scraping against the door,
the sound of chains dragging the floor.

Howling from far and near, the witching
hour is surely here.

Stiffened with fright, you will stay, until
it slowly drifts away.