The night was dark,
Wind blew in silence;
Sleep walking into dreams,
Awake only heard the dogs bark.
Falling of the China bowl
Broke the ultimate peace;
Staring at the darkness around
She could hear the monsters howl.
Alone shone the moon
Above the creaked cottage;
But there was none to find
Under the bed, neither ghost nor goon.
Curtains flew and doors would creak,
spooky whispers filled the house;
Searching for a candle to light,
A word she dare not speak.
Not a soul wandering around,
Trees singing a creepy lullaby;
It was still hours to go
Before sunlight hits the ground.
Unknown secrets the cottage kept,
Of the untold legends and tales;
Until that day before sunrise,
With the rain the truth had wept.
© Inking Expressions
9th September, 2017