The Woods
On quiet nights
the woods are wicked.
Terrifyingly dark.
Unknowable evil lurks
just beyond the clearing
moaning, creaking, thumping,
haunting.
In the woods.
When there’s trouble
in the yard,
flee to safety
in the woods.
Shelter in shadows,
breathe sweet relief,
become invisible
in the darkness
which fuels nightmares
on quiet nights.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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