It was fall when Heidi Wolf wafted in
Clothe in the mist of a redolent wind
Silhouetted by the waning moon
Framed in the window of a pitch-black room
Though the fragrant wind untilled the air
The wind chimes hung silent riveted to despair
The smell of hell perfumed the room
Blood-shot eyes narrated visions of doom
In the blackness deep as a bottomless hole
Flagitious spirits wager for a wounded soul
Lucifer rolled the dice twice, with a poetic charm
But the Good Book flew open at the 27th Psalm
Heidi Wolf surveyed the scene
And festooned the room with her gracious beam
From the west she summoned her Zephyr friend
And a choir of angels the wind chimes send
Then the dimmed moon ripened with light
And Grim and his minions took flight
When dawn arrived she stayed awhile
And as the season changed she waved goodbye
Across the field she gusted and frolicked carefree
The lush meadows kissed undulated like the sea
Now and again on a dark and stormy night
When a shadowy moon with-holds its light
And goblins and demons appear on the wall
Heidi Wolf springs to mind like that day last fall
