A Walk In the Dark
A Walk in the Dark
I tip my hat to the darkness
I applause the nightly howl,
I give credit to the shadows
And bow to the hooting owl.
I salute the evil whispers
A black crow just made a sound,
But the mystery of the moon
I fist up to give a pound.
I respect the creepy graveyard
I tread softly by their graves,
Foggy trees make haunting faces
While the weeping willow waves.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015
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