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.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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