The Phantom Shadow

Although this poem was written in the fall, the thunderstorms of spring have the same results. As it thundered and poured this past week and having my Grandson's here, I was reminded of this poem and thought it worthy of sharing. Losing ones power can be a fun and creative experience.

On a chilled autumn

Afternoon of late

Dormant minds

Are forced awake

Sunset makes

its fall descent

While blustery winds

Cause power spent

Conceived on Techno's

Hungry grasp

From gluttonous play

The children fast

A Halloween relic

One vampire's cape

Is transformed by one youth's

Attempt to escape

The shroud conceals

My teenage son

The "Phantom Shadow"

He now becomes

Veiled in darkness

The shadow waits

While giggling after

My grandson skates

Through ghostly lit halls

The duo parade

Setting the scene

For precious memories made

By the amber glow

Of candlelight

The hungry children

Devour night

Then--collapsed center floor

Faint laughter is muddled

Having ate their fill

'Neath the shadow they huddle

On homemade delicacy

Their bellies full

Purged of their energy

By the "Phantom Shadow".

by Elizabeth A. Hall

2003