As the witching hour knells
The Mares are in their element
Play their discordant bells
Waking spirits of devilment
They gather under the full moons
To dance in lost lonely hearts
Sing dark fear filled tunes
That all peaceful rest thwarts
From dusk to dawn
The Mares in the second line is a creature from old Swedish folklore. That pop up from time to time in my writing, as in Night Ridden by the Mare.
Inspired by the photo prompt at the Sunday Muse and Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt.
Also posten to Writers’ Pantry #60: What Got You Started? at Poets and Storytellers United, and earthweal open link weekend #59.