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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