Whisper of Night

Shadow, shadow,

On the wall

 

Who is darkest,

Of them all

 

Born to the moon,

With werewolf's gloom

 

Dripping red cold,

Of vampires old

 

High upon earth's roof,

Yeti remain aloof

 

Monstrous green terror,

All ogres error

 

Disturbing death's rest,

On which ghouls feast

 

Shadow, shadow,

On the wall

 

Who is darkest,

Of them all

 

Master, master

Who I hear call

 

It is you,

Of them all.

Author's Note

Just another scribble.

Reviews

[Another Poet]

This is nice. I like it, it begins like a fairytale haaha!

[Rhianne Ney]

Oh, why is it me?
But oh well, this caught me by utmost surprise with its beautiful thrill!