I wanted songs around the campfire,
and a pet raven.
I decided to walk in the woods.
I chose to become a dragon.
For this, I get Stephen King!
Loved by millions but not by me.
I can be, I am told, a master of horror.
Recalling childhood nightmares, I shudder.
If I had an attraction to horror,
I'd watch the news on TV
or see what was trending on twitter.
No need to write my own.
I suppose it's because I selected
for my favourite holiday, Halloween.
(There wasn't a box labelled Samhain,
my real choice – not quite the same.)
I pick up my staff and call to my raven.
I'm off for a ramble among the trees.
I'll practise my songs for the campfire,
