Darkness enters my room
in shades of midnight blue.
It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.
It wakes me from a dream
of green & blue cascading waves.
I am now faced with a dark
and hollow feeling inside.
Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?
He comes in the dark night
Before the morning light.
Gray is the color of his huge eyes.
He can see as far as the crow flies.
A gorgeous creature of the night.
Much too scary upon first sight.
As I courageously draw near.
He backs away to disappear.
Coyote(Canis latrans), Nevada. [2048×1931]
Walls surround me,
but I see past them.
Concrete blocks me,
but I tunnel through.
The stars sparkle.
The moon shines.
I raise my arm.
Walls disappear.
I walk into the night.
Read me a tale, grandfather,
of battles and dead bodies.
Turn the pages, grandfather,
of the book of horrors.
Tell me more stories, grandfather,
of evil armies and sadness.
I will close my eyes, grandfather,
and wish the darkness away.
Welcome the night
And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without hesitation or pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
For the sun, do not pine.
It will be back tomorrow morning
So no need for any worrying.
The hotel floor creaks.
I slowly turn around.
Where are The Dead freaks?
I hear no other sound.
The lights flicker.
Can the rumors be true?
I feel sicker.
The Dead will take me too.
I can see their faces.
Dark eyes stare at me
As they take their places.
I’ll never be free.
I run through the hall,
But I’m running in place.
I give up and fall.
A grin covers his face.
He leers at me.
Eyes glowing bright red.
A sight to see.
I won’t see my bed.
He lifts me in his arms.
We fly into the dark night.
I won’t fall for his charms.
The Dead come alive at night.
It comes in the night.
It comes to those who sleep.
To those who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
