#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
The evil gathering of the fog,
Surrounded the large areas of the forest,
As can be seen from the empty castle,
With Silence endeavoring...
As the darkness takes its place,
A ghostly spell Surrounded the evil lane,
Where the witches stay,
And with their mysterious sticks, they play.
© Sujata