Katrina Jesse
The starless night
passes with a fright.
Like a potion, the clouds swirl,
making the trees give a little twirl.
In the cauldron of the sky,
thunder bubbles way up high.
Storm and cauldron, a bubbling brew,
in the haunting night, shadows ensue.
For Halloween’s magic is in the air,
rain pours down; embrace the scare.
A spooky enchantment rises in the cauldron’s power
whispering winds, eerie and cold this dark hour.
The starless night
passes with a fright.
So gather round, where spirits dwell,
as stories unfold under the cauldron’s spell.