The night is chilling
Eerie
The forest projects
Cordial hostility
The creature lurks
Menacingly
Dense green foliage
Snag the moonlight
The ghastly music
Project a sense of mystery
And in a languid hand gesture,
I am drawn in.
Its sight beholds mishief
Its breath, sarcasm
Its cheeks, an unhealthy pallor
Its legs, withered
With this creature, I am guided
Into enternaless
YOU ARE READING
Unclad Lips
PoetryEveryone has a poetic side to them and this is mine. Hope you enjoy my writings. xx
