Posted by Bruce on August 19, 2012
My Poetry c

In the darkness he sits in silence

wind is blowing past the window

Sunlight is forsaken

He longs for daylight

Blanket of nightfall across his body

Eyes wide open to see the night

Nerves on edge

Waiting for daybreak

Fall he must into lonely sleep

Darkness and haunting

the creepers creep

Apparition visits and all is well

She touches his forehead

which breaks the spell

she sits by his side and sings him to sleep

She blows out the candle

No more fears dare to creep




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