Halloween Drabble
Shawl wrapped around her slim shoulders, the girl shivers as she feels the pull of night. Branches creak and moan around her like a ghostly granny’s withered limbs.
She longs to enter the deep woods, to have the crisp edge of abandon fill her soul. To hear the great Mystery whisper in the air, as wind spreads its magic to the trees.
Mother moon shines like an opal as her milky sheen glides toward earth, bathing the girl in its shimmer. The girl sings to the shadows and the world stills to listen. Creepy things bend near, their eyes hollow with tears. No light reflects the grief they buried long ago. The dead linger, peering through the lacey cobwebs of a thinning world.
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She longs to enter the deep woods, to have the crisp edge of abandon fill her soul. To hear the great Mystery whisper in the air, as wind spreads its magic to the trees.
Mother moon shines like an opal as her milky sheen glides toward earth, bathing the girl in its shimmer. The girl sings to the shadows and the world stills to listen. Creepy things bend near, their eyes hollow with tears. No light reflects the grief they buried long ago. The dead linger, peering through the lacey cobwebs of a thinning world.
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