Shadows
Will you be my dead bride?,
Turn around, I am standing right by your side,
No, you have already died,
Look in the shadows where I hide.
Dark figures dancing across the walls,
Black shapes following you down the halls,
You try to hear as he calls and calls,
When you cascade to the floor you will see him as he falls.
Following you, wherever you go,
You wish you could tie him up in a bow,
Wishing you could interact with him and sew,
Hiding and moving while all you can say is “Whoa!”
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Night
Poetrypoems full of dark and spookiness, read at your own risk. Proceed if you dare!
