Creatures of the Dark

The creatures come out in the dark. One after the other, They drag their fat bodies, In front of the moonlight, That shimmers with dull Desire. One after the other, They display their darkness. They wiggle and crawl, And bend over backwards, Clawing at the walls, And scaling the ceiling. Sometimes there are flashes of red, And blue, And black, And a tint of a yellowish purple, That sprinkles the walls, Like a confetti of emotions. One after the other, They endow the room, With their whimsical display. Their folly, The things of nightmares, And dreams, The things of joy, And tears. And as the sun rises, One after the other, The creatures retreat, Back to the small crevice where they, Belong. And, you can almost see them smile. Their reflection looks quite familiar. Almost as if, it were your own.