The bewitching hour is near. All Hallows Eve approaches. Are you ready, my dear? Are you sure, my pretty?

If it happens in the dark and no one sees it, did it happen?

What goes on down those dark, narrow, alleys?

What happens after dark here and there and everywhere?

Are you the keeper of deep, dark secrets? Did you ask for that position? Can you give it up? Do you want to give it up?

Write about the dark. . . dark times, dark streets, dark thoughts. Don’t leave us in the dark. Enlighten us.