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”