Haunted Woods
Upon twisted branch, and knotted bark
The scattered sunlight breaks,
Piercing through the tangled boughs
In shifting, darkened shapes.
Into the woods, dark, deep and old,
Seen through a twilight veil,
A fleeting glimpse, a movement
A noise, a ghostly wail?
Are spirits dancing through the woods
As shadows cross the trees,
Old broken limbs, misshapen
How easily they deceive.
Ancient trees on hallowed ground
Ages have they stood,
Generations past, and now
Have walked, the haunted woods.
Entry for
Into the woods Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One.
6/1/19
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