Autumn–1990

It’s close to midnight–
the Witching Hour.
Candles light our way as
we travel through the
corridor.
Cobwebs and rats’ nests
bar our way.
The darkness closes in
on us and the mist
brushes tenderly against
my face like ghostly
fingertips.
I hear the howling of
the wind in the trees
outside–an eerie sound
that sends chills into my
bones.
I do not fear because
you are near me.

–1990

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