The Midnight Society

Oh how I longed to be just a part,
of that band of pre-teens who weren't so afraid of the dark.

To tell tales of the night, death and things near as grim;
to spin and weave a yarn in great length, and still be home before ten.

I would have sat in that great stone chair, tossing that magical dust to the flame;
Spurting forth verbal terror and reaching great heights of horror fame.

All this I would have done with immense joy,
To scare thousands of children, both girls and boys.

But, to do so would have drove my mother into a fit,
not to mention the fact, that as a kid, I was a chicken.