Witches Of Darkness

Let me tell you of this frightening tale

 Of the Witches of Darkness who once did prevail

T'was a time full of mystery, superstition and fear

in a land now abundant with sorrow and tears

In a dense creepy aloft on a hill, stood an old wooden cabin once part of a mill

In the dimly lit structure, a sight to behold, many witches in circle, foul, ugly, old

Their skin full of wrinkles, complexions like stone, sores that show bone

backs like a humpwhale, hands full of warts,

their foul lips repeating ancient phrases of sorts.

In the village nearby, townspeople have ears, stay away from these witches and live

many years.

As time slowly passed and the people forgot those witches of darkness but the 

witches did not.

Then one night it happended, the witches came down, and formed a huge circle

in the middle of town.

With arm waving signals, ancient witchcraft of lore, a sudden explosion,

and the town was no more.

And to those who have doubts and fearless of fright,

Remember this poem on Holloween Night.

by Felix Gordillo

( I sent this poem to the National Library of Poetry at least 30 years ago and all I received was

a letter) of acknowledgement.