The mysterious creature

                                    ~ By Kaitlyn Botha ~ 

The stars gleamed like diamonds,

The twigs pricked like thorns.

Our clothes flowed like curtains in the breeze,

and branches were like claws.

The roses withered grey as coal,

Our lanterns dim, our faces cold.

Shadows loomed black as night creating silhouettes giving us a fright.

Vines are creeping like someone sneaking.

The water was as still as night.

Goblins crawling lanterns flickering,

something’s eying us I’m feeling jittery.