A Chorus of Caution

The golden orb departs, a diamond studded black veil drops
a slow hush falls upon the land and daylight's breath stops
rows of silhouette tree branches weave a ghostly intricate path
paving a journey into darkness where it waits with an open mouth

High up on a tree a spy hoots its presence looking on with thrill
while eyeing the strange object that scurries around waiting to kill
on the cliff's edge sits a wolf who lets out occasional howls
every time his silvery eyes catch a glimpse of evil on the prowl

Crickets from a distance uncontrollably chirp a cold song
trying to warn of an evil that lurks silently waiting to do wrong
an unsuspecting soul wanders in the forest without realization
whilst these creatures of the night screech a chorus of caution