Through the darkness I see the trees
Casting shadows long and intimidatingThe wind flickering the moonlight
Making the shadows eerie and mysterious
The hoot of an owl adds to the scene
A night time echoing with strangeness
My thoughts are the daemon
That plays with my mind
Scaring me for no reason at all
The tranquil beauty is there to admire
A joy to behold and a mystery to saviour
The darkness scares, by what's not there
Though in my mind it's real
YOU ARE READING
My Mind's eye
PoetryA short poem that occurred to me whilst out running at night Cover by @emeraldgoldcat