On Samhain the witches claim people’s very souls
The music plays as the veil gets thinner
As the sun quietly exchanges places with the moon
Wiccans walk the local streets anonymously
A lone blackbird flies quietly overhead
My name is Larry Trasciatti I live in Long Beach New York, am sixty two years old and have been writing poetry for around the past five years .
You can read more of my writing at EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO