SHADES OF RED

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Shades of red fall from the sky,

They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.

Red falls from the darkening sky.

It covers the grass with its bright hue.

My face burns hot from its touch

as blood pumps faster through my heart.

The creatures track my desperate retreat

through the deserted woods.

I will be one with them all too soon.

 

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SILENT MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT Sparkle. Sparkle. Shine. Sway back and forth. To the silent music. The music of the night. Asleep. Come what may. Drifting. Dreaming. Fantasy after fantasy. Let the dark cover all. Let it become part of you. Join in to the...

 

Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.

Fall asleep.
Come what may.
Drifting.
Dreaming.
Fantasy after fantasy.

Let the dark cover all.
Let it become part of you.
Join in with the music.
The deep silence.
The music of the night.

Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.

WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

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Wait for the night.

To darken the sky.

In deep shades of red.

To purples fading to black.

Silence follows on gossamer wings.

To quiet uneasy heartbeats.

To soothe roaming beasts.

Wait for the night.

To bring a dark veil on activities.

To unfurl the roaring waves.

Silence is here.

And so is the night.

ATTACK OF NATURE

 

Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

Sky turns black in fear.

End House is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A GHOST OF ME

 

A GHOST OF ME

I sit on the bench,
watching the sun take flight,
and the moon move to position.
The stars begin to shine 
in the darkening sky.
All is well with the world.
The night will soon be here.

But all is not well with me.
I feel light.
I feel empty.
I feel transparent.
A ghost of my former self.
What has happened to me?
How will I go on?

One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second. 
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.

THE NIGHT

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The night is here.

The moon creeps 

through a thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle

in the dark blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome the night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.