Halloween Poem: The Bats Beckon

The Bats Beckon

They fly against the midnight sky,
Their jagged wings in silhouettes
Against the glow of Hallow's moon -
An image one can not forget!

Their screeches echo in the yards
Where gravestones mark the curséd tombs
Of dutchesses and evil counts
That rise as zombies in the gloom.

They fly around the rising dead,
In swarms they show the dead the way
Into the frightened city's heart...
It will not end till break of day...