Writing, scribbling, etc. |
| Quiet is the moon Casting eerie shadows Throughout the night Between the silence of the trees. A gentle breeze stirring The branches of those Long forgotten beauties Whispering secrets to them. Unmoving, silent, Midnight creeps in To disturb their peace As night creatures wake. Their movements slow, Slithering, as if that of a snake, Almost crawling through the woods, Not to disturb the silence of midnight. |