Creep through the twilight woods,
Full of iridescent illusions,
Darkness laced around your hood.
A night of hunting has begun,
Full of moonlit mysteries,
Where sense becomes undone.
They say the shadow remains,
After one's passing,
Restless souls to contain.
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#nightdwellers This is my time, In the dead of night, Where demoniac beings, Corrupt the light.
#Nightdwellers The night-time fell, And dusk set in, And dark began its rule. The air grew damp, Deep alleys: slick, For evening, this was fuel.
#nightdwellers The mist creeps over the forest A quietness surrounds. The full moon is at its purest, lighting this sacred ground.
#NightDwellers Cloaked figures and pale faces, They glide through mist and fog, There is no sound, no evidence, As they drift through the smog.
Candle-lighted. I walk in the hallways. The mid-night. Is my time always. I am known as,. The queen of the night. Night is my reign. Night is when my light shines bright.
If you feel your pulse is quickening. Don't be too perturbed. If the atmosphere is thickening. There's something you've disturbed. Movements fleet and darting. All around the room.
This was my inspiration for the series I wrote :) THE LISTENERS By Walter de la Mare "Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed...
The darkness comes, feels like home. We sit upon this mighty throne. Cold, cold to the bone. No hearts beat with us tonight. The air is filled with fright. Within the prey, it grows.
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