Pitch-Black Terror

What seems dull by day
  Flashes peril by night
Sparks far away
  A trembling fright

The rustling of trees
  Noontide's gentle wind
On nighttime's breeze
  Nearly do me in

Night's shadow amplifies
  What bright days minimize
Pitch-black terror underlies
  The scream of the Evil Eye
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 11:04 PM
It is weird to me how a little bit of darkness can increase fear so fast!
Wolf Avatar
April 25, 2020 at 9:43 PM
Move to a big city with dark alleys. You'll get it right away. ~ Boo
Laurie Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 7:57 PM
Hello Gershon … the night is not meant to be our time, but there is a world of intriguing creatures that give us the heebies when we intrude in their domain - thanks Gershon - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
April 25, 2020 at 9:42 PM
Those heebie-jeebies get me sometimes, I confess. ~ gw
Proxenos Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 12:00 PM
Never liked the dark, always felt something bad lurked there. I was playing hide and seek with my son, he was about seven - mom I always find you - OK I said - went into my bedroom, shut the light and called Ricky, but I put my hand over the switch. When he came to the bedroom he put his hand out to put the light switch on - to this day I regret what I did, he got such a fright when he felt my hand he screeched and cried, felt like the worst mom in the world - I adore Ricky! Written creatively Gershon. Blessings, Jenn.
Wolf Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 3:54 PM
Ha, ha! Ever watch 'I love Lucy?' She loved Ricky (Ricardo) too! lol. Thanks, Jennifer. Smiles, Gershon
Roper Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 11:53 AM
Great content, Gershon, I always have enjoyed the night. I like the serenity of it. Hugs Eve
Wolf Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 3:53 PM
Good for you. Me, -- I am a big chicken! ~ Bawk, bawk,... gw
White Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 10:28 AM
Fear a seed well developed in this poem GW, kelli
Wolf Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 3:52 PM
Next time I think I shall plant hope and love. ~ Gershon
Theraven Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 9:10 AM
Gershon, What is it that draws near? Wonderful intrigue unfolded in this foreboding poem. I read it in the voice of Vincent Price the second time through. -Richard
Wolf Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 3:51 PM
Wow! Vincent Price! I am honored. Thanks!! ~ Gershon
Buehler Avatar
April 23, 2020 at 11:17 PM
This vivid poem immerses one completely in the shrieking terror of a scary night, Gershon. Love the last line. Best of wishes. :=)
Wolf Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 3:51 PM
Evelyn, thanks for the kind words and for letting me know what you liked about this one. Cheers, Gershon
Messina Avatar
April 23, 2020 at 10:38 PM
The terror fades as our eyes adjust! As a child I was always afraid of the dark...now I find myself at piece in the darkest hours...love this, Gershon Hope all is well my friend
Wolf Avatar
April 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM
I must still be a child, as my heart beats louder at night out of doors. Thanks, Charlie. All is well here; hope the same is true by you! Cheers, Gershon
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