Tonight’s prompt in the Dverse Lounge is a quadrille. 44 words exactly, and the word of the day is “still”:
Stillness stalks the dead of night,
On dreadful shadowed wings.
Cape outstretched in silent flight;
Hungry wicked wanton things.
Weary, restless heart strings,
Plucked by nameless fright,
Silenced as great Luna sings.
Screeching out her heart’s delight;
Guess who, who, who’ll eat you tonight?