There's one way that will scare the night
And it's the oncoming of morning light
Where nightmares that have drawn so near
Fade away in silent fear
But this tale I'm yet to share with you
Will make you run for the darkest hole
For mischief of an evil plight
Roams these lands in bright day light
I talk to ye of ancient things
Not elves or pixies or faery queen's
But of wanderers who make demons run
And angels pray to him above
For these foul wisps that walk the world
Whisper darkness when all is well
When the sun shines bright on a clear blue day
These elementals chase joy away
And slowly over a lifetime lived
They chip away at all innocence
They claw a knot into your mind
And there it grows like a rotting vine
Of fear and doubt and worthlessness
Of never deserving happiness
And so they whisper on and on
While the sun shines so very strong
A strength they gain from weakened thoughts
Until your dreams are not your own
And then one day you'll realise
That everyone is full of lies
Everyone must be despised
And everyone deserves to die
That is when they have you whole
Fed on your joy and your fragile soul
And all that's left is a world of pain
And loved ones think you are insane
For they have every good part of you
And there is nothing, no nothing that you can do
So beware of sunbeams on the breeze
Of whispered doubts through rustled leaves
And when you feel a sadness grow
Look to your heart, guard your soul
For ancient things have discovered you
And your happiness they'll consume
So a word to the wise about joyful things
Keep them close let no one in
Not until you're really sure
That sunbeams and shadows are all they are
For there be things that roam this world
The Whispers in the darkness born from hell
The Whispers, say I, and their whispered spells
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Saxon Crow (
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Super words and rhyming SC - I whispered.
Andy
Eek! Thanks GF
Probably old gossips - whisperers. Not necessarily old in age, but in the sense of 'continuous gossips'! lol.
Ah you've met the neighbours then
Yes, and the twitching net curtains. lol.
Yep. That's them
Yep. That's them
It must be them that are moaning about a lone tree in their road. It's not hurting anyone and not dangerous, not about to fall down. Hope it's still there. Maybe they want it cut down cos they can't see enough from their windows. Doh!
A truly eye-opening piece Saxon. Could these whispers be like those voices in our heads that tell us we aren't good enough or worthy? Maybe. Nonetheless, it's truly engaging and your rhymes are always spectacular.
I can tell when you're having one of these dreams... your paws start to run and you quietly bark. I'd wake you but I might get bitten.
That's ruff when that happens
Wow! This is spooky but a fantastic piece.
Thanks Roz. It was fun to write
You've hit the spot where evil lies. Those who plant the seeds of discontent and cultivate it. They play with our heads in a most unforgiving way. Great, thought provoking write!
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