The Witching Hour

You're in the forest for a chore

But doing it's such a bore

So you think it's not a crime

For you to take and waste time

Wishing for something more

Suddenly the light stops to pour

From the leaves like before

You've stayed too long

And feel you don't belong

With no choice but to explore

Your surroundings have change

At night, nothing's the same

You wonder and slip

Your feet starting to trip

As you see something in your range

There seems to be a glow amidst

You start to crawl closer but your common sense resists

Still, closer to the light you go

To see it's a candle's glow

And that by the flames two women exist

They seem to be saying some praise

As their hands begin to raise

They're surrounded by incense and smoke

As it seems some dark forces they'll invoke

Because the candles have gone ablaze

You see their faces in the light

My, such a dastardly sight

For you can tell within a snitch

That it's the hour of the witch

Upon this time of midnight

To be noticed could be your demise

So you think to run might be wise

But you make crunch sound

With a trip to the ground

Now your plan will need a revise

The witches catch you in their gaze

You're confused in all the haze

You mumble a pathetic plea

As they cackle at you with glee

So you lay there in a daze

Until the world starts to fade