The water flows smooth
through a quiet town.
Bedtime draws near.
Soon dreams will filter
through the cool breeze.
The bridge gives a sigh
before settling for the night.
Source:farewell
Wait for the night
to darken the sky
in deep shades of red
to purple fading to black.
Silence follows on gossamer wings
to quiet uneasy heartbeats,
to soothe the 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.
It comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It gathers speed.
You dash into a building,
An empty school.
It follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Moving closer.
It’s hurrying
Along the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes,
And stand firm.
Darkness descends.
Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are rolling.
Flee from this we must
Before we are dust.
THE DEAD GAME
Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph
A castle where spirits walk
Darkness hides in corners
Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls
Old fragrances float in the air
Shadows follow without footsteps
And sighs fill the empty spaces
I walk alone.
In dead silence.
The wind flees.
The moon hides.
I walk alone.
Death is my companion.
Fear is my weapon.
Hell is my home.
I walk alone.
In a quiet spot
On a soft chair
In the sun’s spotlight
I will read a book
Eyes wide open
Pages turning
Sunlight streaming in
I will read a book
Hands trembling
Tears falling
Sun warming my body
I will read a book
Walk to the end.
A long walk alone.
Clouds hang low.
Quiet reigns supreme.
Darkness abounds.
One foot in front of the other.
Moving closer to the end.
Does heaven wait for me?
I close my eyes in acceptance.
Fate has rung her final bell.
Say a prayer for me.
A casualty of war.
A casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Silent forever.
Say a prayer for me.
A luxury yacht sails the ocean.
Aboard are many guests,
Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.
Champagne flows freely.
Music fills the night air.
Bodies fall into the water,
Some are swimming,
And some are not.
Blood trickles into the water,
Covered by the moon’s shadow.
Cries increase in tempo
Until silence sweeps the dark ship.
