As the witching hour unfolds
And crickets sing their melancholy song
Through out the dark cloudy skies
An evil dark cloud outstretched its hands to
Choke the moon in a murky gag
The skies wait with bated breath
For their darling to be set free
As she struggles to escape her captor's clasp
Spirits of the night give their silent blessing
Whispering spells into the night
as leaves hush their lullabies
A swish & whirl , free from the grasp
The triumphant moon emerges
Unscathed and beautiful she smiles
Lighting up the night again
As the witching hour is past,
The crickets sing their mirthful song
The stillness of the lake reverberates
Through out the golden moonlit skies
