Below is a poem and is an example of some of the creative work
we do within our group. Hope you enjoy it.

Darkness
by Terry McLafferty

Bonfires and witches and black leather britches
Brooms made of branches and straw
Harsh manics cackle in black coloured tackle
While dervishes dart out the door

The moon is now gone, and the sun long since shone
It’s the hour of goblins and ghosts
And green slimy creatures with dark scary features
And heads hung to dry on sharp posts

Vampire bats sucking blood from black rats
The ground now all sticky and red
With caws and with screeches, and millions of leeches
This night be the night of the dead

Alone by a grave sits a petrified knave
Scared his life would now come to an end
For November 5 may not see him alive
In this garden, of the dead, that he tends

But then just as fast the darkness can’t last
As light of the dawn in the East
Strikes a body that walks on the night of Guy Fawkes
One more year it must wait for its feast

In the darkness lies hidden all that which is forbidden
Only waking one night of the year
And All Hallowes Eve, for those who believe
Is the night that they tremble with fear