Darkness\'s trap
The darkness breathes on its own,
tracks the dying souls it wants.
Listening to deaths silent tone,
and how intriguingly it taunts.
The darkness moves with ease,
through, under, over, and around.
It can be moved by the breeze,
capturing death with no sound.
The darkness replays your death,
repeatedly in a darkened state.
Retaking your last breath,
carrying all the soul’s weight.
Blinding all that’s in your view,
darkness becomes your plight.
Taking your essence from you,
trapping you in its night.
Endless night
Slowly sliding across the land,
even gliding through the air.
Approaching it quietly expands,
without you being aware.
Surrounding its target with care,
silently whispering its name.
Into your light it patiently stares,
the darkness of deaths game.
Feeding on life’s steady breath,
it strengthens itself with your light.
When your life comes to its death,
you’ll be thrust into an endless night.