"The Gathering"

This is a poem I wrote last week. It's not as coherent and cohesive as I'd like, but it's not bad. It's quite appropriate for the time of year actually. I wonder if it would work better as a prose piece; there is no rhyme, verse, etc. I really like the image it gives. I saw it clearly and that's where the poem came from. The question is: Does the poem present the image and emotions as I saw and felt them, or something different? Only the readers can tell me.

The Gathering

Soul by soul they stand,
Wind swirling through gossamer robes.
Ethereal voices sigh,
Creating tangled webs of sound
Humming above the trees.
A Gathering
Of witches, angels, demons, ghosts.
Heavy fog embraces them,
Stirred by the wind--
Shadows dance, shades sing
With the magic of the Gathering.
Night eternal filled with memory;
Each soul a story of the past,
each spirit witness.
Magic in Gathering, gathering in magic,
Held to Earth by night and fog,
Wind giving them voice.
The Gathering calls.