In the still of midnight's breath,
Where silence breeds the thoughts of death,
A shadow creeps, both thin and tall,
Its form unseen by most who call.
Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly light,
It slithers slow, a frightful sight,
Through wooded paths and empty streets,
Its presence chills the air it meets.
No footfall sounds, nor whispers stir,
Yet you can feel it drawing near,
A formless dread, a silent scream,
That shatters all that once was dream.
Its eyes are voids, deep, black, and cold,
They pierce the soul, corrupt the bold,
Its touch, a frost that burns the skin,
A harbinger of what's within.
For in its depths, despair resides,
A void where hope and light subside,
It seeks the hearts that dare to stray,
To feast on fears and lead astray.
So if you walk the night alone,
And hear a sound, a chilling moan,
Beware the dark, and keep your light,
The lurking shadow owns the night.
About the Creator
CHRISTIAN P
I am “Christian p" a passionate writer with an insatiable curiosity and a lover of storytelling let's dive into the realm of words, weaving into narratives that captivate the imagination. Drawing inspiration from life's experiences.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments (2)
Wow, great work your imagery is really feeling provocative.
Nice wordplay at the end of each line! You painted the truth in your poem!