Twilight Terrors (Curtal Sonnet Version)
Slipping from the tight grasp of lasting day
For the cool clutches of the lively night
Pause and lean in closer to hear them say
Follow us; shake of your contagious fright
Just abandon everything, come and play
Slip into our state of mind, forget him
It’s nicer here, but no perfect per say
We’re dancing round and round the very rim
But do not be fooled by our witty grins
Reflections of him in fiery eyes
Don’t live by his sins
Twilight Terrors (Shakespearian Sonnet Version)
Slip from the tight grasp of lasting day
For the cool clutches of the lively night
Lean in closer to hear them say
Follow us, shake of your fright
Abandon everything, come and play
Slip into our state of mind, forget him
It’s nicer here, but not perfect per say
We’re dancing round and round the very rim
But do not be fooled by our witty grins
Reflections of him in fiery eyes
The end of walking on needles and pins
Hush now, no one hears your pitiful cries
It never ends, the terror of twilight
Horror is real, help always just out of sight
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Fighting Reality
PoesiaReality and I are at war. What about, I've never really been sure. But I'm trying my best to figure it out.
