Dark -Village
The elder and his young crowd
After dinner late in the night
Of dim light shadowy trees
Telling his tales of the night creatures
Smoking his pipe he narrates his tales
"The daughter can't believe a word
She thinks she is imagining it in the dim light
The face looks so familiar yet she can't believe"
The dogs barking in the silence
It jolts the young listeners eyes sharp in the night
The howling travels into their ears as the smoking pipe burning
The cloudy smoke floating into the night sky
"The daddy sits down with her
She can't take it straight in her mind
She knows her mother died in mysteriously way
One day when she went into the secondary forest"
The howling wind whispering along
The night shadows dancing with the wind
The elder smokes his pipe blowing up signals
The young crowd gather closer to listen
"She was dead lying face down
Found by the villagers looking for her
She was white as chalk as drained out of blood
The villagers said she was cursed"
"So what happened to her?"
"She was quickly buried in the family plot
No funeral services ever conducted for her poor soul
The family members gathered saying their last goodbyes"
"Children better come home now
It is already late in the night......."
"I will continue telling my tales
I see you all at my place tomorrow"
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