Gothic Setting

Under a magnificent moonlight, the crows caw a creaky call into the shadows. Such a shrill noise resonating in time with the thunder that throttled the trees with a thud. Thorny brambles scraped unto the ground below, dragging itself down through the dirt. When the wind whirled past the windows, the sounds of the saddening scenery swung through our shanty. “Such incessant sounds!”, I called, swinging forward to shut the whistling windows. My creaky old castle could not cradle me like it could, counting the years back to when I was a witty, young boy. The crow’s caw, the thrashing trees, the bushes bristles, such sounds have been the same since then, all under the same magnificent moonlight.

Under a magnificent moonlight, the crows caw a creaky call into the shadows. Such a shrill noise resonating in time with the thunder that throttled the trees with a thud. Thorny brambles scraped unto the ground below, dragging itself down through the dirt. When the wind whirled past the windows, the sounds of the saddening scenery swung through our shanty. “Such incessant sounds!”, I called, swinging forward to shut the whistling windows. My creaky old castle could not cradle me like it could, counting the years back to when I was a witty, young boy. The crow’s caw, the thrashing trees, the bushes bristles, such sounds have been the same since then, all under the same magnificent moonlight.

Night Crow And The Full Moon Photograph by Gothicrow Images

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