it was a good day

HOWLIN’ AT THE MOON (Photo credit: Foolsgold….)

yes, it is the weary winter
and the days of discontent grow a little longer

as the moon slowly spirals
away from mother Earth over geologic time

and I notice the night outside grow colder
so, I get up to close my open window

but first I shout, “Hokahey!” to the moon
Hokahey, I am ready for whatever comes

for I fell under the dark witches spell

The Witch1884 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

a hideous cackle echoes under the full moon
at midnight, her long red fingernails are rakes
leaving trails all over my tortured back
with no hope of anymore burning at the stakes

as her dark wicked eye lashes flash forty times
and whip my tired soul into submission
I’m no longer safe even locked alone in my room
kneeling and weeping full of contrition

she rattles the chains of destiny, pulling on my leg
with enough noise to wake the army of the dead
she smiles as her vampire red eyes hypnotize me
for to drain me of life and leave me fully bled

she wraps a long leather leash around my neck
saying that I am her dear and familiar pet
but she weaves a spell to hold my soul here on Earth
all my hopes and dreams she wants me now to forget

you won’t catch me howling at the moon tonight

Playing guitar (Photo credit: hugochisholm)

sometimes, I play my guitar late at night
singing my songs of sorrow
under the light of the lonely moon

often, she weeps along with me in sympathy
and when it rains, it pours

her moonlight tears
fall in silver strands of garland to the ground

only to disappear
in backyard suburban swimming pools
of my neighbors who pay no notice

to the sounds of me singing my lilting lyrics of lament
playing my guitar under the pale light of the moon

get the silver bullets, I think I heard myself howling

A German woodcut of werewolf from 1722. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

she left me swinging on a cumulus cloud
lazily waiting for the sun to shine
ridiculously dancing around in the falling rain
just wasting away my precious time

before, with her I was walking on air
higher than the tallest Sequoia trees
my spirit floating fancy free and all my cares
blowing away in the late summer breeze

then I heard a sound like a werewolf howling in horror
a poor creature driven crazy by the light of the moon
and left cowering all alone in the cold of night
only whispering my mournful story of my impending doom

Night Love

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starlight
sing your song of love tonight
please listen to me starlight
and make everything right

moon glow
in your light our love will grow
softly now moon glow
don’t let her tell me no

candle light
romance is in the air tonight
and when she says alright
my world will turn bright

“Night Love” © 1983 Ronald K. House