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.