Footsteps on gravel
Leaves rustling on the trees
Moonlight barely peeks through
A faint chill upon the breeze
No sound from bird or bug
Shadows across the path ahead
Dew and foxfire shimmer
A lump in your throat
Your heartbeat in your ear
The wind whispers your name
Clouds engulf the moon
Darkness wraps around you
Step quicker, man
It is All Hallow's Eve.
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2 comments:
Love the poem, thank you. hope you have a wonderful night tonight. May you find a tirick that will be your treat.
Ray
don't be scared !!!
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