Wednesday, July 27, 2016

PB 3 Midsummer Night's Dream

Midsummer Night

The moon shone through dark, twisted, tangled limbs
Their shadows writhed along the ground like snakes
The bats and owls flew by on ghostly wings
With haunting sounds, thus giving me the shakes

My footsteps crackled crunchy twigs and leaves
I pushed through brambles all along the way
With pounding heart compelling me to breathe
I longed for dawn and sunlight of the day

To my alarm there rose ahead of me
An eerie figure looming dark and still
At first I thought it was a gnarly tree
Then I saw it coming at me for the kill

As I let out a prolonged, piercing scream
I realized it was nothing but a dream 

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