The twilight things push down the day
They turn and swirl in evening’s light
Black velvet wings unfurl and sway
And weave a web of gloom and mist
And with the dusk-filled sheets they twist
The twilight things pull in the night
The twilight things they flit and skip
They think its all some hoo ha lark
With besom sticks they make us trip
In to the nettles, into loam
Mislead us. Take us far from home
They lead us from the day to dark
The twilight things are mean. They hide
Between the fallen autumn leaves
Or under paving slabs they slide.
They think it such tremendous fun
To bite and nip and make you run
In fear, at dusk on Hallowe’s eve
The twilight things pull in the night
They turn and swirl in evening’s light
They lead us from the day to dark
They think its all some hoo ha lark
To hide between the autumn leaves
And frighten us on Hallows eve
