This Night of Nights

Prompt words in red.

This night,

this Night of Nights,

as the full moon rises,

and the cat scratches to get in,

the screeches in the walls rattle me.

I stand before my kettle

peering into its depth,

into the simmering elixir within.

The vessel is black with age, and

ceased being shiny a century, at least, ago.

Mist rises into the air, dampening

the fringe of my tangled locks.

Slowly it gathers, swirling

to form an image, one long divined.

I sigh, all my doubts allayed.

The image no longer mist,

it solidifies into pleasing figures.

Bird-like, yet not quite birds,

my ghoulish swarm hovers,

waiting for my command.

This Night,

this Night of Nights,

we fly together.

The Versesmith