Poetry

The Party

By 5th October 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

The cemetery at Abney Park
On Halloween, just after dark,
Has witches gathering at its gates
Who’ve come to play with all their mates,
The spirits rising from the graves.
On this night nobody behaves
And anybody passing by
Who’s gifted with the Evil Eye
Will see all the frivolity
Occurring in the cemetery.
They will hear the banshees wail
And watch ghosts rolling in the aisle
Between the tombstones through the night
While witches dance in sacred rite
To cast their spells until the morn
When, magically, they’ll all be gone.

Andrew Diamond

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