#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,

One ghost stood alive from graveyard
White smoky carpet to full bodied hard
Black forest turnaround region Sackson
Prepared haunt a human desires bone

Nearby German Navier building inn
Mr Caramel reading interview sleeping
Knock the door tea with ice or cream
Ghost red eye blue nose grey ear...