The white glow spreads upon the ground
while rest of the forest was wearing a dark gown
the moon was creating a sense of bliss
but night showed vengeance, like a dark kiss
Eerie sounds filled the forests ears
the mourning of fallen leaves and dreadful cries
they have been building over the years
but this full moon they make a rise
The wind starts the song
as if the conductor of a symphony
others join after not very long
and it is as beautiful as can be
The leaves swirl with the wind
and owls screech with the voice of banshees
it sounds as awful and desirable as the sinned
and the critters create various keys
This is the song of darkness
so natural yet rarely heard
like a snakes viscous hiss
and by the stroke of day is cured
I was brought to my own personal enchanted world... but snapped back to reality by the poem's final stroke.
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