The fog creeps in beneath the surface of the night
Leaving a chill that can bring on a fright
As the moon shines high with its blue eerie light
It keeps you inside in fear of what might
The sound of the stream rushing at its low height
Running through the quiet valley as though to take flight
The sound of the owls as they beckon for a fight
Keeps us inside beneath the surface of the night.
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
A chilling picture in this week’s “What do you see?” prompt, so I thought I would chime in if this is right.
The block path was wet from the fog that hung heavily in the air as I walked slowly toward the caretakers cottage. The older tomb stones were hidden in the dark foreboding shadows as though waiting for the next stones to be erected…