Come Sit for a "Spell"

Come sit for tea my

Dear, she says to the moon.

Brightly shining on her spell

Book like treasure in the bottom

Of the sea

The moon sits for a spell

In the form of a spirit ball

Made of light

Feasting on tea like goblin

Of the night.

Sit for a spell the

Witch says with

Bumps on her nose

And lips of hell.

The moon sat for a spell

But never returned in the morning,

As the sun never sleeps

Looking for its love forever

On Hallow’s eve.