#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 13: It was dusk

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It was dusk,
The sky colored in bright orange,
And dark purple on the horizon,

I was alone in the woods,
Walking towards uncertainties,
Not bravery but mostly stupidity,

The trees frightening,
With sneering barks,
And mocking roots,

The owls feast,
Taunting hoot,
Calling the undead,

The breeze chills,
I heard a whisper,
Close to my ear,

A woman’s voice,
As I ran faster,
The voice became louder,

Screaming for me,
Chasing me,
Catching up with me,

I fell down,
A figure approached,
Screeching mercilessly,

I couldn’t move,
Trembling and petrified,
By the malicious,
Whispering figure,
Of my destination.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 13: write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.

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