In the dark moments of morning, as the sun is yet to rise
A faceless form awakens, inspiring chilling cries
It lurks within the darkness, while unaware, we sleep
As many shall fall victim in the dormant hours they keep
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The moonlight beckons wandering, as it hauntingly entreats
Selecting its new victims from the souls that dare to meet
With charm and a seduction, enticing all who are about
After a quick salutation, they then give in to shout
~~~V~~~V~~~
The faceless form reveals them, all it really needs
Taking from them blood of life, on which it only feeds
A curse bestowed in days of yore when another fed on it
Living on, in death’s cold grasp, because of once been bit
~~~V~~~V~~~
Alone it ever wanders, through the dark corridors of life
Invading all our nightmares, with stabs there like a knife
Sad though, all it really wants is to live and to be seen
For it must live its life alone, in the hours, in between
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Loneliness can be seductive. In this case, you went all out! Technically, the night is our companion! But it can be a harsh one! This is right up my alley!! Loved it!!!!
Liz, thank you so much!
May the loneliness lurk lol oh this is so dark delicious and very inspiring, your rhyming 💖
Thank you, I really appreciate your time and comments.
this is so much more than what it say's on the tin .. or in this case, the title .. absolutely nothing to dislike .. in fact much to the contrary, there is so much to like .. the tale you told was told perfectly just perfect for the run up to All Hallows Eve or Halloween .. and also, the body of work was aesthetically pinned to the page .. loved the format and font too .. Bravo Michael .. Neville
Wow, such wonderful comments, thank you so much! I really appreciate the time to read and the comments. - Michael
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