It's past midnight's darkest hour,
There's no one in the street,
Except the sinister being steering alone,
The narrow passage on the woods, where shadows softly groan.
The moon appears high in the sky,
Illuminating the night.
Nothing but the trees covering the whole area,
With no sign of humanity at sight.
There's something staring at you from the trees above.
A sinister glance, hiding under the moonlight,
Driving fear across the soul, through the endless folds of night.
You try to keep your mind clear,
Ignoring all noises and signs of danger.
But as night reaches its peak, and the road doesn't end, fear strikes you.
You find an abandoned castle on the woods,
Unaware of the stranger looking at you.
YOU ARE READING
Dont mind the Lyrics
PoesíaThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
