Dark Things Poem by soren Barrett

Dark Things

In the woods a nightly sound
In shadows a nightmare's neigh
Music of dreams is found
Dark things silently crept away

Melted by the break of day
light of vision shuns
shades in pools that lay
where the ink of night runs

Vermin dressed in spider thread
hang in tunnels underground
bound in gallows' bed
where silence makes a dark sound

Friday, July 5, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,woods
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