In honor of a night time stroll
I won’t let you down; you should say no more!
Here, take my hand. Let’s walk out this door
to be young again, like we did before…
The air will be warm, a balmy night
We’ll grab beers to go and a smoke to light
As we make our way down an empty street
moon light, flood light, crickets on repeat
At the end right there an ancient house stands
old as can be and many times changed hands
I dare you, you dare me: should we go inside?
But we both know we will, we’ve nothing to hide
It’s a sinister place, though, and shadowy too
you win some, you lose some – and this place was through
We make it as far as the front drawing room
creaking and cracking; apprehension-filled gloom
Spiraled stairs wind their way to where no one should stay
dusty spirals looming in historic disarray
we don’t dare ascend as the floors may give way
our hearts beating faster; shadows tremble and sway
A moment to kiss, take a swig and a smoke
the excitement we share from our spooky little joke
We keep quiet for reasons we don’t even know
it was fun while it lasted, but it’s time to go!
A blood moon is calling, a lunar rip tide
Hold my hand, hold on tight – an excitement filled ride!
Ride the waves with me, kiss the stars
The night time is ours!
Be my scary little darling; my night time delight
May the morning never come, make it last all night
We want to live in it, breathe it in
You make everything all right.
©2015 Goddess of the Mist