Sonnet 58: The Haunted Wood

Time drips off the wall clock and down the wall Sunset throws its cape down over the land, Evening comes and birds do end their day call And lovers stroll out and parade hand in hand. When I see tall trees blowing in the breeze And a crescent moon rising in the east With owl searching for rodents not to sneeze, Or he will lose out on his night time feast. But with the night comes night time demons clear Of hobgoblins and witches and their brew, And ghosts haunting the wood both far and near To get you feeling very scared and blue. So stay in the light and stay close to home Then you only have to fear the garden gnome.