Witching Hour
 





Witching Hour

Darkness fall across the land
the witching hour is at hand.
The veil between
Earth and hell is
lifted.

A bad moon is on
the rise,
The night will be full
of danger and suspense.

The silence of the night
will ripped apart by
screams and howls.
The sound of leathery
wings flapping.

Chains dragging,
ghosts wondering.
doors creaking,
floor boards squeaking
windows rattling,

When the witching hour
strikes.

By Shadowfire   (About Shadowfire)

© 2002 Shadowfire (All rights reserved)

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