Midnight Screams

Some black magic

 

As the second of hands

joins the first up the clock

the moon shines it's light

on my big pot of crock

 

In my workshop you'll find

many potions and books

some ingredients bottled

others hanging from hooks

 

As I stand dressed in black

the elixir I stir

on the shelf near the broom

black cats lie and purr

 

An eye of a newt

and the blood of a hound

freshly squeezed from the beast

laying still on the ground

 

The pot bubbles and steams

as I chant the last verse

once the elixir is done

comes a terrible curse

 

One last thing I must add -

just a small piece of skin

as your terrified eyes

stare at my evil grin

Author's Note

I was in the mood.. :)

Reviews

[Midnight Rose ~*Anna Ro..]

Marvelous, and dark. I loved this. I always enjoy the darkness of witches and ghouls, I think thats why Halloween may be my favorite holiday. Brilliant work, Yuval.


~*AnnaRose*~

This is good. I liked the image. Dark and foreboding, a great poem!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

great imagery, one of your best i'd say. nicely done. good job!!