All Hallows Eve

cloak of black velvet    
hangs dutifully in wait
of all hallows eve    
   
its richness beckons to her    
she runs her gnarled hands    
over lush threads    
   
she calls to it  
springing to life    
wrapping itself over her rounded shoulders, she spins herself    
young  
   
a surge of energy  
runs through her  
incantations spring from  
lush lips    
   
her cauldron rattles and shakes    
fire bursts at its feet    
whisps of purple magical  
 steam rise  
   
she cackles in delight  
   
"Cauldron deep dark and black  
hold these liquid spells intact  
turning, boiling, bubbling delight  
casting spells of wicked fright  
with flicks of fingers roll of tongue    
may my wishes never be undone    
scaring children is what i do best  
on all Hallows Eve there is no rest  
this is my night in all its glory  
casting my spells with vigor and fury"
 
fire leaps, her cackling soars, sparks fly  
moon catches her gaze, glint in her eye  
her robe floats and spins  
gathering air to dance on the wind  
she takes to the skies into the night    
her broom a vehicle to transport her scary delight  
flipping zooming through the dark    
she searches for children to leave her mark  
sparks leap from the end of her broom  
there is no escape from her spells of doom    
lifting the diaphanous veil of death    
she breathes new life with raspy breath    
allowing corpses to rise and roam    
among the living there's no safe home    
her diligence for creating fright  
goes deep into the night    
sending little ones running door to door  
collecting candy till there is no more  
   
slowly the children meander home    
under the silver moon    
glancing to the skies above  
to search for the witches  
flying on brooms  
   
they hear them cackle with delight  
circling the skies out of sight    
another successful Halloween Night