Friday, January 31, 2014

the shadows move



The shadows move
Along the dark tall trees
Creeping silently with the wind
With eyes of red the hooded heads

The twilight light
Covering the maze of the night
The shadows creep along
Always aware of the silence

The branches of green
Scattered among the branches
Holding court tampering evidence
Along the dark tall trees

Occasionally the crying
The echo of the wind it seems
But is it really?
As the night casting its net

The web of spiders
The silver lining spread
The protection of the night
The bad luck for the insects

Yet the shadows move
Among the tall dark trees
The eyes of red the hooded heads
The silent echo branding the night

Sometimes it is said
The walk of the ghosts
Telling the living
You aren't alone”

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