In the still of midnight's breath,
Where silence breeds the thoughts of death,
A shadow creeps, both thin and tall,
Its form unseen by most who call.
Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light,
It slithers slow, a frightful sight,
Through wooded paths and empty streets,
Its presence chills the air it meets.
No footfall sounds, nor whispers stir,
Yet you can feel it drawing near,
A formless dread, a silent scream,
That shatters all that once was dream.
Its eyes are voids, deep, black, and cold,
They pierce the soul, corrupt the bold,
Its touch, a frost that burns the skin,
A harbinger of what's within.
For in its depths, despair resides,
A void where hope and light subside,
It seeks the hearts that dare to stray,
To feast on fears and lead astray.
So if you walk the night alone,
And hear a sound, a chilling moan,
Beware the dark, and keep your light,
The lurking shadow owns the night.
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CHRISTIAN P
I am “Christian p" a passionate writer with an insatiable curiosity and a lover of storytelling let's dive into the realm of words, weaving into narratives that captivate the imagination. Drawing inspiration from life's experiences.
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Wow, great work your imagery is really feeling provocative.
Nice wordplay at the end of each line! You painted the truth in your poem!