Wondrously horrific things fly across the wild
skies brilliantly stirring the imagination.
Beautiful translucent phantoms haunt the
old mansion sitting upon the misty hill.
Gauzy tendrils of steamy fantasies float
dreamily through the smoky embers of the
foulest and darkest of nights.
Delightfully wicked incantations fill the
steamy moonlit air of the ancient cemetary.
And wildestmost vivid desires are fulfilled by the
bubbling cauldron of a wonderful witch's brew.
Donavon Scott Vinson