The eerie halo, blanketing the sacred ruins atop the hill, is torn apart by fluorescent flickers on moonless nights. Faint, almost like an illusion. Imaginations conjure bygone romances to life; reality, wizened manuses of a priest. Temple-tales weave themselves into our eventides.
A bit eerie.
ReplyDeleteYeah ... A bit eerie.
DeleteThank you for stopping by Kalpana
Spooky!
ReplyDeleteI wanted it to have mysterious feel but I think this version is more haunting.
DeleteThank you Kathy.
"Fluorescent flickers." Nice imagery!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eilidh. You have a beautiful name
DeleteBeautiful yet chilling.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Teri
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