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

The warmth of my shawl,
wrapped around my frame,
captured my running mind,
and lulled it to tame.

Haunting figures in the dark,
of the souls that run around,
held me captive to the place,
and threw me to the ground.

With every passing second,
with each tick of the clock,
my heart crawled up to my throat,
startling me with shock.

But I hugged the darkness anyway
'cause I had to fight my demons,
the same ones that visit every night,
to discuss some incomprehensible reasons.
© Sakina