The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
The evil gathering of the snakes,
As can be seen from the empty house.
With silence everywhere,
Except the mumble of owl.
As the darkness confiscate it's place,
A ghostly spell surrounded the large evil space.
Dark rocks hinged along the house,
Some says,the witches lives with their spouse.
Where the witches stay!
And with their peculiar sticks they play.

-hilmi...

#WritcoPoemPrompt119