Sisters of The Night

Sail around the pumpkin moon,
on a broom stick steed;
stir the clouds with chant and tune,
gather what we need!

Spin the black cat by his tail
before the night be done;
listen to his howling wail 
then send him on the run!

Sprinkle frog wart on the breeze,
send cackles on the wind,
race among the autumn trees;
make all blood run thin.

So sail on, sisters of the night
race the rising sun, 
we must cause our share of fright
before day has begun!


october 2004
ŠJanet Reid




Awarded by Flowing Quills ~ Oct 16, 2004




Awarded by Flowing Quills ~ oct 15, 2004