The dark draws in
this night
As things are
seen just out of sight
Shadows beget
shadows
Sounds beget
sounds
Somewhere a
distant howl
As night things
Are aroused
Shuffling
Scraping
Crawling
These shadows
Twisted and torn
Searching
Hungry
They thirst
For something
more
A screech
A scream
Chilling to the
bone
Animal and human
scurry on home
Blood curdles
like rank milk
These night things
are out to kill
Sleep well
Wrap up tight
Do not venture
out tonight
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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