Them

A pale glow flooded in through the window sill

The dark night beckons branches to their wicked dance

Like twisted finger tips, scratching through serenity

Tapping their unsettling rhythm into a cloudy glass

Bats and ravens cut their silhouettes in shadows cast

Up over the wall like portraits of abomination

The beating wings sing in harmony to dragging steps

Something's coming over the hills, emerging through the mist

When you're all alone in the cold, dark night

And the moon is right, above the witches den

There's a flash of light and a ghoulish glow