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Shadows in the Night

The night went silent, the air dry Save the chirping of crickets and the croaking of toads In the shadows they lurk Hunting for a prey wandering in the dark

They visit the lone house, in search for the weak It haunts in the dark while they sleep In the shadows they walk , in the dark they wait Waiting for the moment of fear

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Screams filled the void room No one to save you in the dark It lurk in the shadows To steal that which was never his.

Evil lurk, it breaths heavily From corner to corner it hides in the haunted house Waiting for your guilt to judge Then strikes before it's dawn.

Comments · 1

  • @yechee(71)· 25m

    Love how this poem can be of ghosts and also of our innermost voices speaking at odd hours; to haunt us or recall us to submission of our woes. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for writing.