Behind the scudding clouds
Heaven squint
With the crescent moon
Darkness is down
Evil will walk till the dawn
Horrific melody
Howling,
Hooting at distance
Squeaking and creaking nigh
Tapping my roof,
Sudden rain's hoofs
Barging wind,
Banging my door
To its bidding,
My windows' wings flap
Rooted to the spot,
I hear my name called,
Whispers of spooky prowlers
Audible,
The thunder rages and rumbles
Holding a flashing sword
To do loose demons
into swaying debris
I hear scream and thud
At my front door
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