dark and stormy night

tis a dark and stormy night

i'm huddled yet again
within this cluttered hut
troubled by the
chilling sense that
the 'witches 3'
are lurking near

halloween is the
perfect time for
creatures of the
mirror-world to
skulk and prowl about

the 'witches 3'
are calling me
i can hear
their haunting echo
drifting through
the misty shadows
just beyond the gate

that eerie forlorn
hollow sound 
seems from some
unknown other world
where neither dead
nor living dwell

yes, the 'witches 3'
linger just outside
the double bolted door
i can feel it in the
marrow of my bones

it's clear to me
what they have in mind
i have always known
they would not ever rest
til they've captured and
returned me through
that cursed rabbit-hole
to their topsy-turvy
backward land
where here is there
and then is when
with no such
place as here
nor time as now

the mirror's lens
cannot allow for things
to show as true
for at that mystic
meeting place
that line tween
here and there
things are only
ever as they seem
and never never
as they truly are
 
the 'witches 3'
must feel certain
that it won't be long
til their quarry's won
for on this
special eve of magic
their collective
power is strong

i must not venture
out this night as it's
a fool's errand at best
but the 'witches 3'
are quite aware
that common sense
has not always been
something i possess

i dwelt there in that
mirror-world for
quite some time, you see
long enough that
front looked much
like back to me

it wasn't til
fate beckoned
i escaped through
the looking-glass
that i would
come to realize
hope for lasting peace
lay right here in
this time and place
where there and then
meet where and when
in the everlasting
here and now

these words i speak
do serve as comfort
it's good to know
that you are here
this helps to ease
the dreadful fright
as their hypnotic chant
might yet lure
me out again
into this dark
and stormy night