Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
In the Darkness of Shadows
Creepy obsidian shadowy clouds
block out the vibrant silvery
light of the haunting full moon
on a cold and windy autumn night.
Ominous eerie incantations break
the silence of the ancient oak
lined cemetery upon the chiming
of the old church bells at the
witching hour of the black sabbath.
A crackling fire flares lighting
their wart covered faces as the
witches stir their bubbling cauldrons
and cast their dark spells in the
malevolent shadowy darkness of this
frightfully evil night.
Donavon Scott Vinson