Creaking floorboards, banging doors
Moans and grunts fill the air.
The atmosphere seems heavy and thick
suffocating as it swirls.
Lunging shadows that chase after
as you slip terrified through the trees.
Rustling sounds in the undergrowth
have you whirling round to nothing.
They take on new meaning in the
dark of the night made scarier
by ourselves and our fear
of what we can not see. The Darkness.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016