Tuesday, April 26, 2016

DARKNESS DESCENDS

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DARKNESS DESCENDS
 
With a defiant roar,
Darkness descends this night.
Slithering through the grass,
It prepares for the fight.

A fight to the death for some;
Others a fight for what’s right.
The town waits with bated breath,
Sides position for the fight.

The evil one leads the way,
A greater force held at bay.
Wolf walks into the clearing,
Soon others will join the fray.

He has come for me this night,
A shadowy form flits by.
It takes on his dreaded form,
Scooping me up to the sky.

We fly high above it all,
Rooftops passing in a rush.
I soon find myself falling
And landing on a thick bush.

I wake up in my own bed,
Happy I’m alive and free.
I fear for the dreaded night
When Wolf does come for me.

THE DEAD GAME

4 comments:

  1. Stunning scene. I thought it more beautiful at first but after reading the poem it felt suddenly rather threatening and sinister. The power of words...

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    1. Lull the reader into the scenery and then wake them up with some horror. Keep them on their toes.

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  2. Another dark interesting poem. Nice!

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    1. Thanks. My imagination tends to run dark. But not as dark as yours.

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