"Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble..."
Once a year there's an icy breeze,
That chills bare bones and rustles trees.
An inaugural event that no mortal sees,
The Wizard, Witch and Warlock Jamboree.
The wind, it howls as large barn owls,
Wreak havoc in full moonlight.
As ravens, crows and eerie shadows,
Descend upon a site.
Out of the dark and pending gloom,
Comes voices, laughter and song.
While on the horizon fog banks loom,
Announcing this magical throng.
Closer, louder the folly grows,
As tension segues to cheer,
Moonbeams brighten, as mean moods lighten.
And the winter solstice nears.
Swirling winds means the party begins,
As witches arrive on their brooms.
Bursts of fire and small explosions,
Precede warlocks in the room.
Tables are reserved for the noble wizards
Dressed in colorful, lofty attire.
As they parade in, concoctions are served,
While pigs and beasts roast over fires.
Red carpets roll out and all the guests shout,
As celebrities start to arrive.
Merlin, Gandalf and Dumbledore decked out,
With ornate wands at their sides.
They've gathered their elite, to frolic and compete.
A collection of sorcerers, most discrete.
They're solemn and focused as they repeat,
Oaths and chants written on old scrolled sheets.
It's a festive night, with spells and fright,
One that few ever cast eyes upon.
It rolls along well into the night,
Ends just before predawn.
It's an occassion beyond estimation,
One that satisfies most wicked needs.
Centuries of evil and bent up frustration,
Gets quenched while no humans bleed.
When it finally ends this party of friends.
Dissipates quite solemnly.
The Witches, Warlocks and Wizards have plans,
For their next Annual Winter Jamboree.
Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney
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