Shadows in the moonlight,
Fading whispers of the night,
Listen! Hear the forlorn cry of fright!
The shadows are looming!
Eyes are closing,
The prey's quivering.
The consistent tic-tac of the clock,
It gets louder 'til 12 o' clock.
Monsters! Ogres! Here they flock!
The prey leaps out of bed!
Restraining tears to shed,
Fear is what its soul has fed.
It's engulfed in misery!
The hideous hunter is just too happy,
To lead its prey to doom and insanity.
MikayMPB
07-16-2020
Thursday, 5:36pm
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My Fears ✔️
PoetryA compilation of orignal poems I've written just recently this 2020. This is all about 'my own personal fears' put into writing. Disclaimer: This is my original work. Any similarity with other works of prose or poetry is simply coincidental. No one...
