Sorcerer’s Moon
written by: Dana Crandell
Whispered incantations cast
In darkened, secret rooms
Will linger ’til this night has passed,
And Morning Glory blooms.
Familiars will prowl darkened streets
In search of those who call,
While from the alleys, low drum beats
Enrapture and enthrall.
Cold flesh will tingle, hairs will stand
And unseen hands caress
As long-enamored souls demand
To be allowed ingress.
Powers black and powers white
Will battle for their goals,
Leaving in their wake the plight
Of unsuspecting souls.
Flames will flicker, fires burn bright
While victors claim their prizes.
Be wary, friend, for on this night
The Sorcerer’s Moon rises.
Dad, stedpad, grandpa, husband, lover of nature and dogs. Poet, writer, editor, photographer, artist and tech/internet nerd. I write in many genres, but poetry is my first love. I occasionally write free verse, but I have a passion for meter and rhyme.
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