DARKNESS

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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.

 

 

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NIGHT

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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.

WE WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

 

We wait for the night,

dry from the sun,

weak to our roots.

We yearn for moisture,

petals limp,

stems drooping. 

We wait for the night,

for the moonlight

to ease our pain.

We wait for the dew

to quench our thirst,

to replenish our souls.

We wait for the sun

to lift its fiery head

and begin its daily ritual.

We are ready

to face the new day

with arms lifted.

RETREAT

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The night is here

and much too soon.

Darkness descends

with the full moon.

 

I shiver from the cold

as a strong wind whips past.

The moon hovers closer.

I hope this doesn’t last.

 

Dark shadows gather.

Trees fade in the mist.

Night has won again.

I can’t handle this.

 

The moon’s glare defeats me.

I retreat to my lair.

With the wind at my back,

I must escape from here.

 

 

 

WALK THE NIGHT

 

 

Through the darkness.

Through the cemetery.

Through the deserted streets.

We walk the night.

 

In the dead of night.

In the moon’s glow.

In the dark shadows.

We walk the night.

 

Come close.

Come with us.

Come tonight.

As we walk the night.

 

THE DEAD GAME

WALKERS OF THE NIGHT

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Soon you’ll join us.

Walkers of the night.

Seekers of the dark.

Stand straight.

Claim what is yours.

Before the morning light.

THE DEAD GAME

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BLACK AS NIGHT

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Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine in the dark.
He sees me and much more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

No footsteps hit the ground.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
Chilly fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take flight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in our games.

I close my eyes in defeat.
He has won yet again.
Cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

DANCE WITH THE MOON

 

 

The moon reveals the best in us.

It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.

Some may howl at the moon,

while others are impelled to dance.

Dance until the sun rises.

Dance until your limbs grow tired.

Dance until you feel at peace.

At peace with the world.