Shadows
Shades of blacks, shades of grays
Made up of shuttered light
Shadows form in eerie ways
And turn the daytime into night
They creep across the landscape
As the sun sets slowly in the west
They create images on bedroom drapes
Creating fear in children’s breasts
They form silhouettes against whitened walls
Never uttering a single sound
They move silently down deserted halls
Like a mysterious devil’s hound
They cover the moon on summer nights
Like an impish game they play
They create strange and scary sights
Forming visions of judgment day
They form an image of your presence
That follows you to and fro
Forming a strange and ghostly ambiance
As in a painting by Henri Rousseau
So on the next full moon be not afraid
You may see the shadows on display
And just before dawn they will dim and fade
And give rise to a brand new day
©Copyright March 1, 2010-Charlie Gragg
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