Black of night, spirits fleeting
Darkness encompasses a clandestine meeting.
Waning moon hung in the sky
The witching hour will soon be neigh.

Banshee's wail and goblins groan
This night is theirs,
they have dominion to roam.
The air is charged, all senses acute
A mysterious haunting is afoot.

They emerge from the darkness,one by one
And join together knowing what needs to be done.
Betwixt the bats, werewolves and vampire folklore
The procession braves the elements and journeys to my door.

What brings them out on such a night?
An assortment of women from all walks of life.
They have heard the call and cannot refuse
Once bitten, they know they have nothing to loose.

Tis not a curse, insanity or a strange malady
That has afflicted these women and caused them to flee.
It's more like a glow, a beacon of light
That haunts these women and gives them delight.

The visage they seek is fair of face and form
Strong, brave, daring...all this plus a modest decorum.
Although it is his essence that attracts women like flies
Most are first smitten with one look into his eyes.

One glance and they are snared in a trap of their own making
And seek out one another for fellowship and a bit of commiserating.
In truth, it's a past time we all gladly share
For we need our Val fix as much as we need fresh air.

So, as we solemnly gather around Witchee's brew
We happily partake in what we came here to do.
Pass the popcorn and put on another Val flick
He sure is eye candy and..... That is no trick!!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN
~Valahari