Cauldron Poem by Larry Ninas

When I upon a Summer's eve
from my cottage did take leave
to roam among the forest creatures
and view in awe their natural features.

The time now, late after dusk
did in the wind find scent of musk.
When I came upon a cauldron pot
stirred sure and strong by Satan till hot.

When in silent desperation
started he an incantation
calling all the ghouls and fiends
to this forest so dark and green.

Now my feet do take flight
through the dark and sleepy night
From a dream I've always had
and surely knew that it was bad.