Black, dark, silent
The hunter in the night came to life
Spreading its talons wide
With wings of anguish
And an insatiable hunger for a feast
It stalks those who are unwary
Hiding underneath the shadows of the night
Lurking across the corner of the eye
Let alone feel the night breeze
Of when darkness ascend the night
The world dies momentarily
Before I died instantly
An easy prey
No
Not a monster
Just your shadowed figure in my life
Who continued to haunt me
Forever
And ever
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
