The night is pitch dark
and nobody stands behind me
to fall back upon
in case of an emergency.
I am alone in the bedroom
taking rest after a restless day.
After half past midnight
some cries of a woman
are heard in horrible tone
and I am rather afraid of the event.
Has some body made a trick
with his artistic witch craft kick
or playing a mysterious game
against my bad luck on time
Author notes
PIF - Witching Hour
A contest entry
- PIF - Witching Hour by Luckintheshadows.
400 points, ended July 7, 2008, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice, I like the take on the prompt....your imagery is good too...I especially love the last line!

Thanks for sharing this, and for taking the time to enter my contest,
Luck. -
extraordinary poem!!! I liked the first few lines and the last one most.



