Cold #poetry

Blood runs cold as

I feel old,

Constant dread

fills my head

 

Moonlight, Darkness

I sit,

Vampiric shadows,

Cast by wondrous moonlight,

Eerily falling around,

Enclosing me,

Digesting me,

Characters seen,

Though nothing’s there,

I think,

I hope,

The mind’s trick,

The Devil’s trait,

Evil finds a home in darker hearts,

Thoughts,

Acts,

Such beauty that the moon does bring,

The evil creatures often sing,

Their playground,

The shadows cast,

Perhaps tonight will be my last.

Moonlight,

Darkness