A night in the woods

At twilight she rises

Dark Maggie McKee

And she stands in a curtain of rain

The dimness disguises

Maniacal glee

For the world has inflicted her pain

Vengeance is wanting

She’s out for a haunting

And the silvery moon’s on the wane

She slides through the forest

And the crickets have chorused

In awe of her legerdemain