Howling winds
Across the barren roads
Pulsing candlelight
Pouring from disfigured gourds
Yellow moon rising
High above the shadows
And coating trees in light
Leaping cats dart around
Loosing hisses through the night
Only to vanish with no trace
When midnight tolls
Every child should be asleep
Enwrapped in cooling blankets
No dreams of fear tonight
About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
Legends of Windemere 
I love this one! Especially the ending! 🙂
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Thanks. One of these days I’ll figure out what prompted this one. 🙂
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Wonderful imagery! I love anything that can transport me to Halloween-type nights on a spring morning. Well done.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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I like it. Halloween is an excellent topic all year around. Well done Sir Charles!
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Thanks. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.
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A truly chilling poem. I could see it all in front of my eyes. (Have you seen the Google Doodle for Halloween?) A few parts of this poem were like that Doodle. You can see it here: http://www.google.com/doodles/halloween-2012
Of course, not ALL of it, but still, the spookiness was intact. I loved your poem! 😀
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Thanks. I’ve never seen that before. Looks really cool.
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Yeah. It’s interactive too. 😀
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This is great Charles!!! Well done, sir 🙂
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LOVE this poem. Splendid job!
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Thanks. I should really show this one to my wife the Halloween Freak of the house.
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LOL! I’m the Halloween Freak in our house, and so I can say yes, you should. She would LOVE it, I am sure.
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