Black is the color of the witch’s brew,
Her face of gray and icy blue,
Wolves and their ever persistent howling,
Holding up the full moon falling.
Of ghouls and goblins at the gathering
And ravens with their noisy chattering,
Nighthawks at their midnight stand,
Witches frolic in their wonderland.
Halloween is for the brave to go outside,
When witches mount their brooms and ride,
They race across the red and yellow moon,
Laughing with the devil in his cold dark room.
This is the night for all ghouls and goblins
To come out and play in their spectral skins.
As featured in "The Belt and Beyond" magazine