Night Life Poem by Giselle Joseph

Shadow lingers in the hall
as voices echos through the windy night
gloom of death soon approaches
our bodies shivered in fright.

Spirits of the night in search of life
roaming through the streets
with their eye sucket empty and tight locked jaw
seeks to be free once more.

The smell of blood is what they seek
old and youg they devour in sleep
feast until filled
leaving behind pain and horror
they retire - until next night of the hour.