A little poem but late for Halloween" Anyways how I feel sometimes when the darkness draws in!

 

Night

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