Witches, Ghouls and Fiends Abound
By hilary west
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Witches, ghouls and fiends abound,
It is the night of terror.
A black cat squwarks in bright headlamp
The sound of counter-tenor.
To the witching pool they go,
A horseshoe over water.
Spells and curses spark the air,
The coils of Satan's daughter.
A snake-pit verily is what I see,
A cursed life is mine.
For I was born so free of blame,
A twinkling star to shine.
But no more, it's not to be,
The Devil has his purchase.
He rides the corridors of Hell,
To West and East he lurches.
I sip the wine of devil-craft,
My only hope with Hecate.
I bow down with Satan's child
In mock of whirlwind's safety.
It is true, this night of terror
Gobbles up all good folks.
It spits them out, its stomach full,
Another night in Sevenoaks.
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Enjoyed this Hilary,
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This one really had me
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