03.01.2025
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Pick-A-Title, Vol 48 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
4th place in the contest
A state of tension and fear. Forests are much more than trees. Nature experiences on a wild night, with strange discoveries without scientific explanations. Cold gust hisses between the trees, even though there is no wind. A pack of emaciated wolves, barely alive, with bloody iron teeth. Whispering shadows collapse, the rocks have crumbled in the gorge. A terrible scream reverberates in the void, overpowered by negative charisma. Wild galloping ghost horses, with linen veils on their heads. Red eye balls light up, as emergency flares. Uncontrollable shaking, the night filled me with dread.
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