This is it
That moment...

A spirit in darkness brightly shone
It’s gentle kindness given...

In the dark doth slither and claw
A hungry servant with open maw...

Scratch and scrape
Pin pricks everywhere...

Molly ran away as far as the police are concerned
Rebecca went to the shop and never returned...

Every house is aflame
On this feast of Samhain...

What lies are sort out in silence
What truth is found in a name...

I do so wonder... about the wolf
His sharp teeth dripping red...

Gravedigger dig deep
And to soothe my soul...

Through nets as fine as spider web
His bloodshot eyes covet their meal...

These animals were picked for the waste they make
So that your roses could grow strong in time...

No solace in sleeping
Just dark dreams and dread...