Standing in the misty grave yard Thunders rolling, Moons ascending Screaming vegetation Sinks down into the quicksand Wrapping the night Around us Like a warm Comfy blanket Darkness tightens its grip The hardest part of any dream Is the night Ivys clinging to the wall Birds begining to call Wind is tearing through skeletal trees The sun comes up, the shadows freeze All those terrors Break apart Those creatures of the night Evaporate in the rising heat Darkness tightens its grip
Reason for writing:
A couple of new stanzas, some minor alterations...... All comments welcome. :D
Birth sign: Virgo
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