Whispered Steps at Midnight

Wind howls along the cobbled street, Sin prowls where shadows twist and meet. Doors creak though none are standing near, Shores leak the mist that whispers fear. Lights fade as echoes start to grow, Nights trade their peace for something low. Steps sound but no one's in my sight, Breath drowned beneath the grip of night. 8X8x8x8 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Charles Messina