In the wee hours when the night is dark
And shining full is Grandmother moon
When the sun is tucked away snugly
Not to rise up anytime soon
Hiding in the shadows
within the darkness of the night
live the creatures from our nightmares
the ones that can give you quite a fright
In the late night hours
the veil between worlds becomes very thin
This is when a witches rites
And ceremonial rituals begin
She will ask for guidance
to help on the journey that is life
Helping her get through the curves and bumps
During times of life’s chaos and strife
Look up into the heavens
And see the sparkling stars up above
Representing those passed who have on
Who are sending us their love
When you have to face the darkness
You really don’t need to be afraid
Just call upon the power of Grandmother moon
And she will quickly come to your aide.
In the darkness of night
Wondering if I will see light
For I have seen it all,
both solemn people and bright
But never have I ever seen the light
Wondering if I ever will, I stay very still
waiting for the perfect sight.
Maybe if I open my eyes I will see the feeling I adore
No that is impossible for I have never felt it before
Like the early glowing sun in the west
Like the glowing fire on Christmas Eve
No more can I see the light
I will never get the feeling I adore
For that I fall miserably to the floor
In the darkness of night
DARKNESS OF NIGHT
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DARKNESS
WOULD HAVE BEEN
RETAINED FOR NIGHT
SHE COULD HAVE
INVOLVED
WHERE , THERE IS
NO MOON LIGHT IS TO INTERFERE
WHERE , THERE IS
NO SPY WANDERING AROUND
BUT.....
SHE HAS BEEN MARKED
BY GLITTERING NEEDLES
IMMERSED IN THE FLESH
IT IS ONLY
DARKNESS
APT FOR NIGHT.
I.B.PADMAKUMAR
O how beautiful is the darkness of night~
When the moon is awaken, and decides too play~
Where the clouds can be seen dancing among the sky~
And the animals of the night, come out too play~
Darkness of night,
introduce me to what lurks
underneath your enchanting moonbeams.
I know that I should stay away,
yet, I am drawn to these silent things
that could easily end me.
I am not afraid of the supernatural.
I am spellbound, enraptured, mystified
by these psychotic creature's requiem dance,
that captures my soul
as it's own possession.
Darkness of night,
take me into your underworld,
where the arms of roaming specters
can totally envelope me,
like a densely tangled spider-web,
with no intention to ever let go.
Allow them to take me away,
to a deep place where, peacefully,
my dying soul can finally rest.
Darkness of night,
tell the devil only this....
he can have all of me,
to punish in any befitting manner.
I have already been through torture,
known pain, lived with loneliness,
and seen hell on earth.
The devil may care to try,
but he cannot hurt me any more.
Darkness of night,
say goodbye for me.
Shout high up to the heavens
and tell the sun it needs to shine
no longer on me.
Dark Poetry Contest
Through the veiled darkness of night their shadows dance on the walls of the dimly light room.
His loving touch, his beautiful heart, his full sense of her; she knows his love for her compares to no other.
His gentle and physical strength pulls her to him. She reacts; softly yet violently.
His embrace, his kiss, his patience; she feels his heart beating against her, in her, above her.
Their passion knows no boundaries; loving completely, fearlessly.
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