Spirits

I know some Witches
and a cute Warlock.
The latter, in tight britches
the former, in flowing frocks.

Spirits work your magic,
cast your spell on me.
I want to be ecstatic
that is my wanton plea.

In my Orange and Black
I conjure up ghosts.
Easy at Easton with no lack,
of spirits who host.

Oh, apparition, as you drift-by,
be brief in your wisdom.
As prostrate I lie
and hear of your fiefdom.

A boiling cauldron of Witches-Brew
a bon-fire to warm the night.
Cuddling with my Warlock new,
at peace, holding tight.

©TPuma/Easton Mtn.
Halloween/13