The Quiet Night Of Spring Poem by Asavri Dhillon

The dark sky was colder than ever
The moonlight failed to add warmth to it
The soul found itself in a place
where every day felt like Halloween.
The ghosts torment the soul to date.
And still, leave goosebumps on its medium,
The ghosts of the Quiet Night of Spring.
Every part of the medium fought,
The Grim Reaper through the night,
from opening the door to its innocent soul.
The medium succeeded.
The roses in the snow were then frozen,
The snow melted, but the invisible scars never left.
And the Grim Reaper walked away innocently.