Do I slumber or do I live
My eyes close or open
In this darkness which I see
Like a grim mist of night
They prowl around, beasts
Sly and silent their paws roam
Ever shifting shadows, closing in
On the slumbering figure
If you too could share this vision
Squint in the cold darkness
And watch with horrid fascination
The playact of predator and prey
Figure no longer asleep
It wakes as the shadows pounce
Dragging the screams of the dying
Down to sink in murky nightmares
My eyes twitch
Once,
Twice,
Thrice
Almost as if sensing some shadow
Looming behind my back
Plotting my great demise
Poised to tarnish my dark dreams
In some strange scene maybe you'll see
Me locked in combat with monsters
Wrestling with the unknown, undefeated
Locking gazes with you as I drown in the deep
Then fear the creatures of the night
Keep your lamps lit and burning
Lest those shadows visit your dreams
And haunt your days til you
Awake
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
