Eldritch Dark
The things that lurk I dare not lark
For nothing is ever what it seems
In that lonesome and eldritch dark
Sounds of melancholy lark
Harboring thoughts that suddenly gleam
Those eerie sounds I dare not hark
Kids that once laughed through out this park
Now swallowed whole by nightmarish dreams
In the lonesome and eldritch dark
It comes to me, sudden and stark
What was there in the light of moonbeams
But, no, I mustn't stop to hark
Something as rare as Noah's ark;
A shadow a-midst a silent stream
In that lonesome and eldritch dark
The devil himself won't embark
I solemnly swear I've heard his screams
And lord have mercy, I stopped to hark,
In that unforgiving eldritch dark!
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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