Even nothing wore a crown

Darkness emerged from a creepy black shadow, Bringing along silence with its spooky loads, If not for the scary croaks of flirting toads, The loud silence would have begged to have a foe. As the night sky unfolded its sombre frowns, Towering trees loomed, casting an eerie light. The silhouettes of their branches, a haunting sight, In that gloom, even nothing wore ghostly crowns. 12th October, 2024