Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Moon Dancer


They said that ghosts haunted those woods at night.
They said that all who entered in dark, 
never returned the same.
They said that strange sounds and heavy breathing 
ever echoed eerily.
They said the sounds of feet stomping heavily 
could be heard, always nearby
along with shrieking in the distance...

She said, 
I am a Moon Dancer and Night Howler. 

Fear me if you must.
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