In the heart of nowhere, on a Friday night,
Where the darkness swallows the last of light,
The silence is thick, and the air is still,
In the vast expanse where time seems to chill.
The trees stand guard in a somber row,
Their branches like arms in a spectral show.
A rustle, a whisper, the night comes alive,
With the creatures that in the shadows thrive.
An owl hoots low, a mournful sound,
As the wind carries secrets, lost and found.
The stars are hidden, the sky is bare,
In the middle of nowhere, does anyone dare?
To tread the path that the brave shun,
Where the tales of old, and the dark, are spun.
A figure emerges, a ghostly sight,
A specter robed in the purest white.
It glides over ground where no foot falls,
Through the ruins of forgotten halls.
The air grows cold, the night draws in,
As the veil of nowhere grows thin.
The spirits whisper, the legends speak,
Of the Friday night when the barriers peak.
In the middle of nowhere, they say with a sigh,
Is where the world of the living meets the sky.
So beware the call of the wild unknown,
On a Friday night when you’re all alone.
For the middle of nowhere holds more than fear,
It’s the place where the line of reality can disappear.
And deeper still, in the heart of the wood,
Where the world is hushed and misunderstood,
The fog creeps in, a silent thief,
Shrouding the earth in a blanket of grief.
The moon, she hides, afraid to show,
Her face in a place where the lost ones go.
The night is a canvas, painted in dread,
With strokes of the stories, the living don’t tread.
In the grip of the gloom, where the cold winds moan,
Lies a forgotten crypt of stone.
And there, the keeper of the key,
A raven perched on a leafless tree.
He watches over the silent dead,
With eyes that gleam like embers red.
His caw, a warning, sharp and clear,
To those who wander too near.
For in this place, where the shadows play,
The veil between worlds is worn away.
And the souls that stir in the dark of night,
Are bound to nowhere, out of sight.
So let the Friday night unfold,
With tales of the spooky, the brave, and the bold.
In the middle of nowhere, you’ll find,
The eerie wonders of the night entwined.
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This is brilliant! I felt as if I were reading the exquisite work of days long ago~brought to the present with your powerful imagery and word choice!
Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. 🙂
It’s my pleasure!!