Cyclops Moon
Cyclops moon's silver beams
piercing crowded misty dreams,
lonely stroll through fog filled trees
whispers heard on Autumn breeze,
side ways glances in the park
fill my thoughts of creatures dark.
As I walk through guarded wood,
peeking out from shrouded hood,
no eyes through molten shadows seen
I walk this place where souls have been.
My senses sharp, I want to flee.
I feel the evil watching me.
Nimble fingers on leafless shrub
reach from twisted craggy hub
snagging swaddled cloak I wear
seeking virtuous thoughts to tear.
Eerie twilight stains abound
on plants and stones and on the ground.
Shadows eager for evening meal
await the touch of souls to steal.
Through tangled copse I proceed
on flighted feet to end my need,
from devil thicket I remove,
my lonely locus to improve.
Shimmering fears fill my head
escaping from my sense of dread,
as dark demented demons rise
from stark places under clouded skys
Then as quickly as rain drops fall
I see my chance to end it all.
Through ebon velvet my eye sees
the path will end, beyond the trees
Past the shadows, past the dreams
my spirit floats on liquid moonbeams.
So soothe I must my troubled mind
and leave this devil wood behind.
11/05/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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