Cackle

Cackle, cackle verbal sewage,

Evil spackle, holding a witch’s

Spell in sweet suspense

Full moon coven

Thirteen cousins

Flowing in a moonlit dance

Samhain’s veil grows thin this night

And the door which locks the devil’s haunt

Eases wider with each jigging jaunt

Demon’s glee wanders free

Devours that which turned the key

And who will undo the dastardly deed?