A flurry of frosty air blusters
across the well-trodden woodland
A vestige of murky mist, twisting
around the ever changing wind
Come it cries,
come walk the dark path
Dance with shadows
And something smiles
inside those shadows
A faceless wicked, woven
in whispers, in corners of time
softly tempting, in our desires
on the edges of our nightmares
Come closer, it beckons,
come play on the dark path
Be swallowed by the shadows
We want you to stay
© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart
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LOVE! It could almost be an elegy set to music..
Really beautiful Anita! 🙂
Glad you liked it.