The Witching hour
has come,
and darkness
grips the world
in a vise,
and the pale moon
observe attentively
like a watchful eye.
The spirits
and the creatures of the night
reign supreme
over the deserted streets
and the night sky,
without any obligation
and finally free.
Poem (C): Me
“Witches at their Incantations” (c. 1646). details (C): Salvator Rosa
