In the blackness of night. The wind dies as those who are called.
My eyes can't help but linger on shadows. Shadows of those gone
So curious their forms, their shapes crowed around me.
The night holds fear as I lie still in fright, waiting for the dawns first light.
late at night they come
shadows milling about me
I will not survive
1 comment:
I love a good Haibun Melanie this is wonderfully creepy!
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