IN THE DARK
The night
Was dark.
No stars
Or moon
In sight.
Streets were
Bare
Of
Anyone
In sight.
The lone
Figure
Glided
About,
Knocking
On
The doors
And windows
Of every
Houze.
No one stirred
Or spoke
However hard
It
Knocked.
In the Middle
Of
The square
It finally
Stood.
It wailed
Aloud.
What a scary
Sound
That carried
On the
Light breeze.
I'll be back
To see you
Living beings!
So saying,
It swirled
Into nothingness
On the
Light wind...
The air
Was filled
With
The promise
Of haunting!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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