Roseate sonnet – Creepy Tale

Leaves whispered to the woods
as the night grew on the earth
close to the lamppost
across the street.
The long deserted road
charred with stones
grinded itself
under the wheels
An owl sat in the corner on the rooftop
pensive on an old barricated house.
Remains a mystery as no visitor passes this way
On this day, this vehicle had dared to so
Stepping and opening the gates of that home, He walked inside
Even as the night grew afraid of the gory tale that was in store.

Copyright ©2015 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life

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