Standing at the crossroads,
Paralyzed by fear,
Neither Fall nor Winter,
Neither there, nor here.
The brand new year is dawning,
Tomorrow with the Sun,
Tonight though, worlds collide,
And the impact leads to fun.
Of an Otherworldly nature,
An ethereal charade,
When the spirits of the night,
Come together to parade.
Though most mortals pale, and stay indoors,
The children seem to glow,
And the cats and dogs howl away
The night, as if they know,
That tonight is somehow different
Than the next one or the last,
And the future is as certain
As the dimly shadowed past.
When the spirits of the night,
Seemed delighted to step out,
And they'd scare us, near to death
If we went wandering about.
Or stood too near the crossroads,
Paralyzed by fear,
Neither dreaming nor awake,
At the closing of the year.
-Kate Hockersmith-