All Hallow’s Eve
She has diamonds in her eyes, ice in her heart
Don’t let her light in, don’t let it shine
She will steal your eyes then walk away.
On Halloween, she comes to find
The ones they took that left her blind.
A witch’s trial that went not well
Now she is back to break the spell
Of forty years that held her fast.
No mask can hide what once was hers.
Before this night is done, someone will scream
“I have no eyes with which to see”
The sons of old, they did forget
The last known witch from Salem’s lot
Did pass this way, her promise kept…
©Anita Dawes
A fabulously creepy poem, Anita.
Anita sends her thanks, Roberta… I thought it was, too…