UNTITLED
Soft shadows creep along the wallShdes slip silentlyby
Moans float gently upon the wind
Soft sighs and whisper
Fall gently upon my ear
Butterfly cresses upon my cheek
Childish tugs upon my cloths
Dark shadows move closer
One more sinister than the rest
I welcome his approach
His face at once algelic and demonic
His embrace thrilling and terrifying
I need his comfort; His presance
Spirits, shades and demoic things
I need their company
Wolf Nomad
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.