A little poem but late for Halloween" Anyways how I feel sometimes when the darkness draws in!
The night that little slice of fear
darkness claws out as paranoia draws near
shivers like needles under my skin
images of ancient an evil resides within
my heart is pounding as I strain to see
shadows cascade ebbing and flowing then cease to be
I ask myself is someone there?
A shape in the distance as I harden my stare
a sigh and relief as ~I gain my composure
the room seems familiar now like a camera's exposure
to end the blackness and the demons lies
I await the morning's dawn for the sun to rise