Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #451

Words:  mouth, fluttered, door, ghost, sky, spring, step, weaving
        stories, boom, scuffling, temples 


Stories swept along
from the mouths of
one generation to 
the next.  They told
of ghost figures
tattooed on his temple.  
He weaved his way through
villages, a spring
in his step.  

When skies
shifted to purple
twilight, children 
would hear a boom
from his drum, as he passed
their doors.  Quickly, they
raced out, and gathered
'round to hear his legendary
tales.  Monarch butterflies 
fluttered overhead like
a halo of stained glass.

Ofttimes when the moon
mellow-yellows the night, 
people swear they can hear 
a faint scuffling of feet, 
and rat-a-tat-tat of drum.

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