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The Will-O’-The-Wisp
Lying listless on a lonely, loam lake shore
Framed by fog and the bitter, brine bog air
Curse the cruel fangs of fate that flung me here
My body beaten down by the black brood of despair
T’would take a thousand years to tell the tale
Of the madness, misery, and mischievous calamity
And I pray not ponder upon my past hell
Lest I beat my brain from my brow in insanity
Then lo, I spy through the gloom a green, glowing globe
Floating, flying, bouncing, and bobbing right at me
Too weak to worry with rising to run
I anxiously await its arrival and abhor the agony
What would it want with a wretch with no will?
Then it howled by my head and halted and hovered
And an enigmatic energy possessed my person
Slowly sinking; subsumed, consumed and now covered
Ode to the Moon
Come join us, won’t you?
Take part
With festive heart
With dancing feet
To a restless beat
Sing
An ode to the Moon
A plump, pudgy, corpulent Moon
The kind that makes lovers swoon
Just right for a honeymoon
Makes ocean tides swell
Drives wolves to yell
The kind that silhouettes a witch
Or makes a lycanthrope twitch
Oh fullest Moon
So golden clad
So voluminous
So luminous
Yet daytime hath forbad
So magisterial
So ethereal
To it magic cannot add
How is it that you drive
A sane man mad?
The Haunters of Autumn
Oh how they cower in dark little places
Fear etches haunted looks on their faces
They scamper and scurry to avoid the light
Only come out to play under cover of night
Their eyes glow like candles flickering in wind
And the rustling of leaves is the sound of their skin
You cannot catch them for they’ve already fled
They cannot be killed for they’re already dead
You’ll hear them whisper from shadowy wood
As the Haunters of Autumn send chills through the blood
The airs of October carry their voices
Half-heard gigglings and other strange noises
A whisper behind you that drifts through the air
Tells you their presence is about you somewhere
What are these creatures that haunt the gloom
Mocking and stalking with portents of doom?
The woods are alive with their tittering taunts
You walk alone on one of your nightly jaunts
Hearing your shrieks over the darkening plane
As the Haunters of Autumn leave you cold and insane