As Darkness Falls
A lone cry
deep in the woods
is soon accompanied by others.
A bell tolls the hour
in a church miles away
from this place.
A castle’s stone tower can
be seen over the treetops.
The wind starts to pick up,
blowing and scattering debris.
And as if by suggestion
the sun starts setting
to let it’s dark side show.
by Denise Drake
Blood Lust
I am your worst nightmare
I kill
but can let you live again.
I am the shadow in the dark
but to where no light can enter.
No shadow can pass
unless invited.
Let me in
to hold you within my cold arms
but to embrace you
with my warm kiss.
by Denise Drake
Children of the Night
Nightwalkers unite
come and welcome in our time
arise from your shadowed beds
walk while the others sleep their
slumbered rest
for this is our hour
Children of the Night.
by Denise Drake
Shadow Play
The wings of the night,
darkness takes flight
over the setting sun .
It chills the warmed air
of the day
and releases the shadows,
that now come alive.
by Denise Drake
R.I.P.
The cemetery where the occupants
have long been silenced.
The living
Oh, how strange!
Come and give lament
to our deafened ears
and decayed corpses
as if we were able to respond.
by Denise Drake
Spectral Vision
electric green, out of the corner of your eye,
caught on film.
dancing balls of light,
shadow play,
flash lights fail,
energy tapped,
haunted.
Denise Kay Drake @2004
A touch of death
A touch of death
passed through my room
one night
when the moon was full
To call it a shadow
would be an insult
to that whisp
of ultimate black
It would not speak
and had no face
darkness was its
only feature
My hair pricked
my hand it shaked
my skin began
to crawl
Just when i thought
my life would end
the phantom passed
through the wall
by T. Sawyer
They stand at a distance
some smiling
some grimacing
some indifferent
They watch
They long
They wish
They stay away
They are not welcome
They know that now
They want to communicate
But fate must wait
Just as they wait
For the date
I let them thru my gates.
by "worldwatcher"
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