A path through the forest,
covered with fallen trees and tangled shrubbery.
Bushes shake.
Animals scurry into hiding.
Leaves fall.
Birds flee.
I must find my way home.
Darkness envelopes the path.
I can’t move.
Vines twirl around my feet.
I’m trapped.
The forest has taken me.
The green hides inside
With unspoken pride.
It comes at night,
Growing in might.
A fine mist falls first
As trees drink from thirst.
They swallow the green whole
By forming a deep hole.
As the fairies alight on leaves,
I need out of here, pretty please.
Dark water.
Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
A cat meows.
Footsteps move closer.
I see no one.
A sharp noise by the garbage can.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps resonate louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
I turn around.
A flash of light.
The footsteps halt.
Into the light drifts a gondola.
My true love holds a red rose.
The perfect end to the day.
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
It waits in the shadows
For the perfect moment.
When the moon rides high,
It makes its entrance.
A cry is heard.
A soft whimper.
Then it’s gone
Until tomorrow night.
The silence moves.
Its breath cold
on my neck.
It watches
and waits for a sound.
It drifts closer,
then surrounds me.
Once it hears any sound,
it will silence me
forever.
quietmoodygirl: benjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.
The moon creeps
through the maze of clouds,
a dark blanket
where stars sparkle and shine.
Time to welcome the dark shadows,
the nightwalkers,
the dreamers,
the ghosts of the past.
Welcome the night creatures
who are brave enough
to face the night.
For the night is here to stay.
Let’s scale the heights.
Be careful of the crevices.
The deep valleys.
The empty holes.
Climb the next ridge.
Enter through an opening.
Small as a fly.
Hear the blood pound.
The synapses sizzle and pop.
Journey through the darkness.
Through the unknown.
Exhilarating as an electric storm.
Colorful as a fireworks display.
A ride through space and time.
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW
We might look human
but we’re not.
We might act human
but we love to kill.
Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.
Who is he?
Will he show his face?
Only The Dead know.
The Dead Game
nature/vintage blog
I step from the restaurant
where there had been light.
Now there is only darkness,
and no stars in sight.
I hear footsteps in the distance.
Dark shadows move and sway.
Steps echo louder in the dark.
I bow my head and pray.
I run to the light.
Then I’m falling down.
My face to the ground.
My world, upside down.
I lift my head.
Black shoes before me.
The lights go out.
Darkness now claims me.
When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t dare.
Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.
I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.
Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness.
A striking and deadly pair.
At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.
