Wicked
©Copyright 2004, Laura Wright. All rights reserved.No part of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form without explicit written permission from the author.
Leaves change from green to gold,
A wrinkle in time, stories told
Ghosts dance to silent drums
While something wicked this way comes
A fire grows on fallen trees
Sailing 'cross the seven seas
Knots tied tight- come undone
And something wicked this way comes
Headless riders across the moor
Shifting winds break the doors
They'll come near before they're done
And something wicked this way comes
Beasts of darkness ride the night
Calling those still in sight
They'll call to you if you're alone
While something wicked this way comes
Though they follow when all is wrong
Though they travel when all have gone
Drifting shadows crest the knoll beyond
And something wicked this way comes