Mischief
Deep in the cold of winter,
Or in the dead of night.
Mystical creatures come to play,
To give you such a fright.
Mischievous is their spirit,
Pranksters one and all.
It is their joy when havoc reigns,
They exist to hear its call.
Spooks and goblins, imps and sprites,
Brothers in their realm.
Their antics, jokes and tricks abound,
Their laughter overwhelms.
As summertime or daylight dawns,
Return to halcyon days.
Yet on this Earth, somewhere is night....
They continue their devilish ways.
Copyright Dreambeliever 2001
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