Black Night

The blackened dark chills the night

Hungry wolves are on the prowl

searching for a sporting fight 

baying with an eerie howl

Bug Man

There is a strange man

Who I've heard it said

Had an odd shaped head

With eyes a'spinning 

More prone to silence

Deciding instead

To communicate

With those spinning eyes

Loud men would argue

Returning silent

Strong men would confront

Returning weak

Striding along streets

Fur-lined coat scraping

Scoping out his next

With eyes a'spinning

The Ride

Listen, my people, and you shall know

the midnight ride of the headless stow

Long shadows cast by a moon so bright

Melt seamless into the blackest night

The blood red eyes of the evil steed

Belayed his master's voluminous greed

These eyes that glowed and penetrating

Seen by a man, so deprecating

The sharp pounding of the blackened hooves

The piercing wail beckoned all to move

Flee in terror from rider and beast

Legend says your soul they're known to feast

Cower you must in hovel of wood

Leaving no sign of where you once stood

Protect your family with your life

Your lifestyle, your children, your wife

For the midnight ride of man and beast

That brings such terror from the Northeast

Ends only when hunger is sated

and the moon no longer inflated

For My Dear Lenore

The light is brilliant
through the cloudless night
Moonlight streams
dancing along the trees

Howls break the calm
having sated their hunger
A silent rushing
as the wild pack flees

Deep red pooled
the tangle of mangled flesh
I would do anything
For My Dear Lenore