a flickering candle seduced dancing shadows that menace the moonlight upon cracked-plaster walls, a community of spidery abodes, their silken threads glimmer as the night moves. this old house creaks, its grand days succumbed to the harshness of yesteryear. faded photos silenced bear witness to graying shades of existence. no matter the season, I reminisce … Continue reading Forlorn
Moonwashed Musings 