The Witching Hour Poem

In the dead of night the grandfather clock strikes Midnight,🕰️
You awaken in a cold sweat with a spine chilling fright,
A wicked witch cackles near your window out of spite,
A ghastly ghosts blasphemous boo becomes your blight,👻
A vexing vampire taunts you in the face of all that’s right,
Your cursed soul clutches the sheets with all your might,
For it is the Witching Hour and you must be ready to fight!😈

By Xavier Remington | Devil’s Hour Poem | Mystic Poetry Portal |

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