The witching hour

                                             The witching hour


as the sun goes down behind the hills it casts flickering shadows on the wall like a witches spell. The clouds turn a peachy colour. the sky turns inky black and stars shine like flickering candles. The full moon casts an erie glow above the town.  suddenly out jumps a witch on a broomstick, a goblin prancing  on the roof tops, a golden dragon swoops across the town.A warm light dapples the town. good morning!