Source:indieteen
It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
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Thursday, March 2, 2017
Thursday, January 26, 2017
LIFE GOES BY
I sit on my perch
while life passes by.
Cars and people
always hurrying.
Airplanes in the sky
carrying their heavy loads.
I still sit here on my perch,
calm as can be,
while life goes by.
Friday, August 12, 2016
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
Come inside.
A palace awaits you.
It might appear deserted.
Run down and unused.
The inside tells
a different story.
Walk on marble floors
through rooms of delight.
Rooms of different eras.
Reflecting a dead man’s dreams.
A man with no life or future.
Waiting for the end of time.
In a house fit for a prince
or a prince of darkness.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
I CAN SEE YOU
All is quiet.
Night is approaching.
I see humans in the distance.
And they have food.
I’m getting hungry.
There’s no hurry.
I’ll just get comfortable.
Bide my time.
They’ll still be there.
When I’m ready.
Lick, lick, lick.
Friday, June 3, 2016
ONE WINDOW
One window among many.
One window to the world.
Looking out to the darkness.
Alone.
Waiting.
Looking out to the darkness.
Waiting for something.
Or maybe someone.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
THE FOX
THE FOX
Watching.
Waiting.
For the right moment.
The perfect moment.
To announce my presence.
Soon.
All too soon.
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Wednesday, January 13, 2016
MYSTERY
MYSTERY
Where are we going in such a hurry?
With our bags all packed.
Fleeing the scene of a crime?
Perhaps a lover’s dispute?
The carriage is here.
Police sirens wail in the distance.
The story is getting better
as I watch
from my bedroom window.
Monday, December 21, 2015
OWN THE NIGHT
The night is here.
The rising moon spins on its axis.
Creatures settle down for sleep.
The wise owl opens its eyes in defiance.
Who creeps in the night?
Who dares to leave dead bodies in their wake?
Hide ye beyond closed doors and shuttered windows.
For THE DEAD own the night.
THE DEAD GAME
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