The Magic

I am the magic that swirls in the night,
the shape of a shadow that slinks out of sight,
the trouble that bubbles and builds to a boil,
the steam as it creeps in a slithering coil.

I am the creak of the branches that sway,
the nudge of a breeze as it tugs you away,
the circle of moonlight alone in the sky,
the faraway howl, the footsteps nearby.

I am the tiniest tickle of fear,
the wisp of a whisper that itches your ear,
the goosebump, the shiver, the chill in the air,
the whiff of adventure, the taste of a dare.

I am the darkness in which you delight.
I am the magic of Halloween night!