Shadows of Night

Slinking in the darkness Out the corner of my eye Shadows dark as pitch Move with stealth sly. Formless wraiths, haunting spirits Hovering near my bed Nothing they say, silent ghosts And yet, I feel no dread. They glare at me with hatred Their silhouettes drift and change Contrasting shadows with black intent I watch, calm, at the strange. I bid them leave when I've had enough Their jealousy not my own. I've my own life here to live But they won't leave me alone. The light, it makes them sick, you see And they desire to feast on souls But shining bright as dayshine My almar bright deters their goals. I'm a buffet feast for them I'm sure And they'd love my light to dim But my light cannot, it's not mine, see? It's merely reflection of Him.