I walk down the street
The darkness surrounds me;
I creep into the shadows
Unseen by all around,
Just hidden,
Awaiting my moment.
I slither across the path
In a sibilant silence,
Back into the shadows.
There before me, I see it,
I see the way,
The way back.
Through the gate I slide,
Silence is all around.
The cemetery is there,
I see my home,
Hidden from all.
I creep into my coffin
Just as daylight breaks,
I lay there at peace
Awaiting the darkness once more,
Where maybe tonight,
My hunger will be satisfied.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2017 02:41
- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of those poems that came out differently from the way I first though it would be.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments7
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Enjoyed the video and
the write. It reminded
me if Dark Shadows !
Thank you Laura.
Paints a nice picture of Dracula, like how you wrote this without any blood flowing. Good structure!
That is for another night, thank you Fred.
Kudos on being able to access the dark side we all have for this fine piece's inspiration. Shows a well balanced soul, Goldie!
Thank you Louis, the dark side only emerges occasionally.
....Who is Kudos?! (Oh do shut up Orchi! lol).
He was the God of flying arrows who was around in 1066.
Ahh, I couldn't have known him then. I would have learnt about safety with arrows if I had known him.
A peek into the dark realm , now I wonder where you were heading at the start
So do I!
What is going to satisfy your hunger?
Probably a glass of Laphroaig Triple Wood whisky.
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