Night Noises
On this night paranormal whispers drift
into noises from the creeping black
I look upon this moonlit, haunted night
and I let my mind drift back.
Other times and other worlds
too shadowy to speak of
drifting down this spirited path
light from crescent moon above.
Who has lived amongst these trees.
Who has yet to see this haunted walk.
Who am I amongst these drifting worlds
when the night noises begin to talk.
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