Creatures of the Night
Skies clothed in ebony drapes,
The lovely moon, shrouded in mist.
Shadows move, silhouettes dance
Children are tucked in, good-nights kissed.
Quiet voices, rustling trees
Whispered secrets, a cooling breeze.
Sleepless souls in bed, wide-eyed.
A flicker of movement, which the shadows hide.
Night brings the darkest dealings
Secrets, lies, and suicidal thoughts.
It is time for the creatures of the night
The fantastically veiled, the mystically shrouded
To unleash with all their might.
YOU ARE READING
my writings
Randomi like writing, and like to think that i'm kind of good at it. following is a set of short stories/poems i've written with literally no ideas in mind (a.k.a. word vomit). enjoy, i guess? //warning: swears.//
