Spirits of the Night 1
It is the wispy shadow of the night
That delegates shivers down my spine
Superstition is their belief,
But to me it’s reality
Everytime I go out into the night,
We always have an encounter;
Spirits of the night.
It is the gentle night breeze,
That seems to send an invitation,
To the spirits of the night
Patrolling the Ghost Highway
Looking for intruders from the human world.
With flow of the night breeze
The spirits of the night cooperate;
They’re probably deliberating on something new
Working on the latest innovation of mobile brooms,
Or portable winnowing baskets
To eradicate transport problems.
The restless souls from the underworld
Nash their teeth mystically
In the darkness of the night
Voices can be heard
Soft voices of intonation.
Crackling twigs and fierce growls
Can be heard as you stroll
Past Evil Dead’s Lane
In the plain twilight
It indeed is nothing but a haunted lane
With a skeleton’s meeting held in the park
All in the night.
Copyright © Tinetariro Mushoriwa | Year Posted 2019
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