A Gibbous Moon on Halloween Night,
Guides the way of the Wiccan’s flight.
Ascending upon the first stroke of Midnight,
With a cackle of laughter from high in the sky,
In a swirl of withered leaves, off they fly!
Veiled in phantom grey clouds,
and darkest nightmare shrouds.
Twiggy broom and pointed black hat,
A howl and a hiss of an ebony cat.
These are the harbingers of this eventide,
Oh, search if you will, there is nowhere to hide.
(c) Cate Franklyn, All Rights Reserved, 2013