One wicked night
when the moon was green,
six witches held hands
on a spooky Halloween.

The moons shadow cast
an eerie green glow.
Their shrill cackles silenced
by the call of a crow.

“Caw! Caw! Caw!” Shrieked the crow,
circling the pot as it flew.
Spilling over its brim
six witches stirred their strange brew.

“Hocus! Pocus!” They chanted.
“And slimy snail tails!
One, two, three, four
and five zombie finger nails!””

That black pot of spells sizzled.
It moaned and it hissed.
Soaring from the pot
swirled a strange spooky mist.

The mist full of spells
took off on a breeze.
It blew from the west
over land overseas.

Flashing through the night;
red, yellow and blue.
Speeding on its way
to Timbuktu.

To the north and the south
creeping along on its path,
covering the planet
in an unstoppable wrath.

Alas, the mist flickered.
Its bright colors burned out.
For the spell was complete
beyond six witches doubt.

The mist that they made
from the strange spooky brew,
was a spell made for love
that was long overdue.

And the world and its people
awoke the next day,
to a world that was changed
in a most bewitching way.

If you listen very closely
when the moon is green,
you can hear the witches cackle,
“HAPPY HALLOWEEN!””

10/06/2010