They Suck the Soul

The transiting sun shines deceptively, spreads spectrum in the chameleon sky, the masked faces of ingenious craft, walk you enticed on blind garden path. In the dense night of broken dreams, you don’t hear their footfall of silence. Their sneaky eyes probe to consume, as masks dissolve in depth of darkness. In the desolate domain of feral fright, under the ebony sky on murky ground, the creatures of the night prowl around, stalking the haunted who can’t hide. The nightriders slither from wilderness, unmasked, they morph into demons. Unsuspecting predators on the hunt, as sinister sly animals of evil they lurk. With arcane acumen of trickster devils, as sordid silhouettes of menace they crawl stealthily into the quintessence of your life, suck the seraphic ambrosia of your soul. __________________ June 10, 2022 Contest : Creatures Of The Night Sponsored by : Julia Ward