Harvest Moon

When moon is full and stars shine bright I love to wander through the night. The cool crisp air and ghostly light clears my mind and makes things right. When strolling thus, beneath the moon I came upon a dark lagoon with sounds of nightlife all in tune, the scene was like an old cartoon. In black and white with background sound, I knew a haven I had found where time had stopped and all were bound by mystic forces to the ground. Although this scene seemed sheer delight I felt that something was not right, though I could see no life in sight, far too much noise for dead of night,. I turn to leave as shadows loom, my instinct said all here were soon to dance the role of death’s own tune, by capture souls, beneath full moon. I listened now to every sound that echoed deep from all around, at last I knew what I had found, a banshee’s lonely hunting ground. But he would never take my soul, to let him live, to make him whole. For then I’d have to take his role, I could not let him claim his goal. So from my mouth I threw a curse, the type that didn’t get much worse and banished him with one quick verse before our roles turned in reverse. I really think I did quite well for all came peaceful in that dwell, my curse had sent him back to hell, thank god that I had used that spell. So now I wander free again down moonlight tracks and darkest lane to meet lost souls, then call their name, for ‘reapers’ always win… their game! Ivor G Davies