Trees hugged each other,
there was no room for sun to enter.
Branches of dare leaf trees,
animals that looked like
fabric statue were at a standstill.
Mother Nature dared not breath.
A ghost of a girl
with a white dress
walked on sun deprived moss.
A humming melody wrapped
around the trees,
they swayed a little,
animals blinked.
She had a book, pages turned,
she never missed a beat.
Branches moved, scraping off
each other's bark,
waling came from the sky.
Animals flee, letting their meal
go stale. The humming increased,
She chanted.
But, instead of wishes,
curses dripped from her tongue.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
PoetryThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
