THE WITCHING HOUR COCKTAIL

“The Witching Hour Cocktail”

The black cat walks across the street tonight,

We dare not break a mirror, that’s the rule,

The silver moon is casting a strange light,

It’s time for things that are a little cruel.

The leather wings of circling bats take hold,

Around the oak, the wicked women meet,

The witches stir their magic, hot and cold,

And start to cook a special, toxic treat.

They come in capes of velvet, black, and red,

They dance and twirl beneath the dark sky’s dome,

The handsome vampires rise up from the dead,

And leave their cold and dusty coffin home.

The steaming cauldron has a cloudy plume,

With spooky punch served in a glass or two,

They share the drinks inside the party room,

With chilling toasts and things they plan to do.

The light returns, but they will never mend,

The old, safe world has vanished from their sight,

The magic spell will never truly end,

They woke up broken by the endless night.

Written on 10/31/2025