The Midnight Forest Mike M
The silver moon
casts a ghostly glow, exaggerating the shadows
of the leafless forest.
The towering trees
are jagged silhouettes of darkness
swaying in the wind.
The howling wind
the shining moon
do little to penetrate the darkness.
The woods are possessed by shadows
which silently creep up the trees
that dominate the midnight forest.
Suddenly the forest
echoes with the shriek of the screaming wind,
causing creaking and groaning from the trees.
The glowing moon
shines its pale dead light on the dancing shadows
swirling in the darkness.
The world is plunged in inky darkness.
The woods stand tall in the midnight forest.
Wild shadows
ride the ruthless wind
under the pale moon
above the ancient trees.
There is no sound from the black trees.
Silent columns of darkness
reaching spiky branches to the glinting moon
that watches over the midnight forest
catching the whistling wind
and hurling it into the endless shadows.
And now the size of the shadows
rivals the size of the trees.
The untamed wind,
the eternal darkness,
the lifeless woods of the midnight forest,
are all one under the icy moon.
But now the sinking moon
elongates the shadows
distorting the woods of the midnight forest.
Light touches the tops of the trees
And the rays of the sun force away the darkness
And the quell the wailing wind.
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