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
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...
ReplyDeleteLull the reader into the scenery and then wake them up with some horror. Keep them on their toes.
DeleteAnother dark interesting poem. Nice!
ReplyDeleteThanks. My imagination tends to run dark. But not as dark as yours.
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