#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
Which echoes loud and clear ,
the saga unknown...
That calmness , of evening
That starlite , twinkling eyes
That upright moon's moonlight
That donting company
With whirlpool in wind
Shook the branch of the tree .
Now comes the storm ,
Along with are cloud of dust and trail of detached leaves ,
The frail figure in white gown ,
Making in haste , the way home
Galloping hooves , gunshots in the air .
Her gown entangled with the bushes ,
oh ! Help ho ! she called out for help ..
That...