Haunting

The sad revolves around life
where the unhappy glooms.
Shadows cast a hurtful soul,
spirited through a mere revolution.

The sky resembles a cover
of blackness, lifelessness.
The owl feels and screams
of often haunting noise.
Fear embraces fear.

The forest seems a nearing threat,
a dagger to the back.
Blood curdles in the midst,
left cold, dying, adieu.