Midnight Whispers Poem by Michael Figueroa

The shadow whispers for nights delight
Pacing the course while spreading the blight
Dont challenge the foe, for you will yelp
For when midnight come, be screaming for help

Those who stumble range of the shadows
Are lured inside to be hung from the gallows
For the darkness keeps you, until your breathless
Contemplating your mind, to do something reckless

Shreiking in fear running from the figures missed directions
Never truly observing, the shadows your own reflection
The 'Midnight Whispers' will always haunt you
Before entering the abyss, know where you 'Head-off' too