A happy black heart…

I wrote something this morning and wanted to share. I was thinking about a happy place. Not an actual place, mind you, but one I could create. I wanted to describe it. This is what I came up with:

The path ahead is dark with shadows,

And only the faintest traces of moonlight,

Trees twist above me in a sinister canopy,

I close my eyes as the breeze envelopes me,

Inhaling from it the soft scent of decay,

Spirits dance in the air, like embers above a fire,

The raspy voices of the damned echo in the night,

I can feel the hands of the dead upon me,

Grasping at me as though they intend,

To possess me and never let me go.

 ©2022 by Twisted Libra

Until next time…

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