There's no monster there when the darkness billows
As you rest your head upon drool soaked pillows
And it's not a portentous doom laden warning
It's just the gathering pitch of a shadow forming
Though you might awaken with no cause for calmness
Fearing the baleful who are not close to harmless
You can kill the doubt and rest assured
If you're brave enough to pull the cord
It will feed on angst as it feeds on panic
Touting fear to the cerebral manic
If it's not a monster, it's of your essence
Shape shifting shadows to form a coalescence
Eldritch alter ego is a chimera seeker
Violating dreams to make you madly meeker
In your murky depths it's a malevolent rival
Leeching (thieving) for its own survival
Found in dreadful dreams, it's a nightmare stalker
Cloaked in cloying tar, it's a shadow walker
Though you feel the fear what is the danger?
Of a pernicious parasite that's not a stranger
You can't see the monster when the darkness billows
Can't see if it's drool, or blood, that soaks the pillows
And if you dwell in dreams you'll soon recollect
When a shadow turned into a silhouette
- Author: H is for Hell ( Offline)
- Published: February 15th, 2016 19:54
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 54
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