So as the sun sets
And the Dark rises.
The night....is in for a few unpleasant surprises.
Like a whitered flower, that's had no shower.
It's one buetiful Blue eye
But fiersome figure.
When fear is nigh.
And imaginative shapes flicker...
A tormented monster.
But has a welcoming poster.
It is not a Shadow or a devil.
It is real and frightening.
But when examined and studied, it can be enlightening.
The pain it had to mettle, and the darkness that has settled.
Darkrai...can be a lovely being.
It is beautiful in it's own eyes, and you should see it right.
Because when you have Darkrai, you're never alone at night.
Darkrai is sensitive, so listen attentitive.
Pity it's tears...for it's filled with fear.
Never again, will you gleem to your sweet dreams.
"Sleeeeeeeeeep" Darkrai whispers.
Your heart skips a beat.
You feel you're going to freak.
"The dreams will be over soon." The king of darks, seduces your eyes.
Feeling them start to slide.
And as you rest your head.
The lust for rest...
Has sealed your sleep....
Goodbye sweet dreams.
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Random poems
PoetryStuff I think about time to time Words that come from the heart... not the hands...
