NIGHT SHADOWS

Dark death on silent wings
Comes in the pitch black night
A shadow upon the wall
About to take free flight
You think you hear a breeze
Amidst a fluttering sound
As a mist floats by you
Your heart begins to pound
You wonder what you see
You wonder what you hear
Your palms begin to sweat
While you give in to fear
Adrenaline is pumping
As you begin to run
Searching for an escape
The race has just begun
Your thoughts are all scattered
You wonder what’s ahead
Will your be here tomorrow
You feel a sense of dread
Suddenly you stumble as
Footsteps come up real fast
Slowly you turn over
Then, looking up at last
Your blood begins to boil
There’s laughter all around
Your brother’s playing ghost
He helps you off the ground

Sam DeLoach
12/31/07  Copyright 2007