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.
very poignant, sorrow when heaves to death, quite painful while parting to finale, style is ingenious by imagery,10+++, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
vivid with such creepy details of the night. nicely done.