Night Things

Posted on Apr 18, 2012

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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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