Welcome to the Gloomy Hollows of Spookinite Valley Est. Sept. 2012 Twilight Written by Benjamin Fouché Stars spread afar like distant jewels; Moonlight glimmering on black pools. Owls hooting from high above, Lightning bugs sharing their bright love. Through the dusky hollow I run, And relishing the absent sun. Does anyone else feel this way? “The night is a sanctum!” I say. Forthcoming autumn stirs quite near, Reminding me of times so dear. Bats flutter down and touch my head, “Nightly wonders,” someone once said. Peering into the starry shroud, I read these hidden, lost words aloud. Always shall I reside within, The valley of my midnight kin. Return to Ghostly Poetry Next Poem Previous Poem

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