Dark Poet

Dark Silent Night

Dark Silent Night
The night was filled with stale  blackness
And I walked lonely in the night,
Behind me was a shadow’s darkness
I saw a demon with a mask.
 
I  looked behind me;there was a laughter
The voices like effluent thoughts
Brushed in my face with a midnight fright
 
 
One demon spoke the other listened
Soon  all gathered for company
We became friends!
And spoke about forgotten themes of archaic art of poetry,
I walked home safely  with my undesirable  company...

Autres oeuvres par Dark Poet...



Haut