The Night of Goblins

The sun bowed down to the Harvest moon,
on a cold October night -
and the wing of Crow sought shelter
 as the Owls wing took flight.

The shadows of the barnyard
grew tall, and long and lean - when
the farmers cat ran to the wood pile
and let out a rancid scream.

Then silence gave voice to a beating heart,
as goblins approached the door - where
a skeleton hung his weary bones
that carried flesh years before.

Laughing faces of Jack -O- Lanterns
welcomed the unearthly guests - to
the opening of the mansion
where stood the Witch who knew
no rest.

Her smile long and painful
seemed as if to say, “So my little friends,
did you come here to stay?”
But, she held back her darkside mumbling

“ Well, my dears what could you darlings be?”
The bigger goblin answered quickly,

“I am a pirate, and this is Cinderella,
my sister – she just turned three.”

Tricks there were none for the moment,
as treats filled the goblins purse -
and they ran as fast as they could
in fear of the Old Witches curse.

Then darkness slipped past midnight -
and the Wise Old Gnome crawled
out from the woods –
retracting the spell of the season –
calling all spirits now to be good.

The fairies came forth from their refuge
and flew towards the night sky-
to sparkle and watch over
all the sleeping goblins.

Now that Halloween has passed by -


bkmackenzie

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