The Witching Hour

The witching hour is upon us as the sands of time comes to a still. I think there are many poets that will be able to relate to this poem, there is something magical and mysterious about the eve, for many it is like a apart of ourselves hidden deep within the slumber of the day, is awoken by the moonlight, a time when all the little children of the night come out and play. The new poem I have posted is called "The Wiching hour", I would greatly appreciated any and all comments and thoughts. I will ofcourse return th favor as always ten fold! Thanks again to all my friends both new and old! Purity of the soul, journey well to all!!! with grace and humility ANGEL