Trinkets and what-nots work full moon sorcery on lonely nights , recalling the past both good and bad , staring from shelves without -
blinking , knowing full well what their prey are thinking
Waiting for tonights victim to hit the hay
Inducing nightmares , devilment , sanity held at bay , logic for ransom , Colonel Nutcracker so debonair and handsome , waiting for the final candle to be snuffed , to gather with your comrades on the 'Dutchmasters Cigar box ... Night of tomfoolery and mischievous happenstance , of devious aim , and unscrupulous circumstance* ...
Copyright September 21 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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