A HAUNTED FOREST

 

In Shadows deep, where whispers creep,

A house of silence stands,

 With shattered glass and echoes past,

 And footprints in the sand.

The moonlight spills like silver thrills,

 Through windows cracked and bare,

 While haunting signs of long-lost cries?

The floorboards groan the unknown moans,

A presence lingers near,

 With eyes that gleam in midnight‘s dream,

And breath that chills in the air,

So tread with care, in this nightmare.

 Where shadows twist and wane,

 For in the night, the lost take flight,

 And never come again. 

      Aizah Tahreem VII Indigo