Fluid Language: The Night Speaks

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The door creaks, the wind softly blows

The voices murmur to whoever knows

Of the string of nightmares these demons will show

The night whispers and soon their powers grow

Shifting moves, a glimmer of light

A sound so quiet it gives you a fright

You call out but no one is there to hear your plea

There is no one to set you free

Down pouring rain, darkness is all around

Your body trembles at every passing sound

They are all around you watching and staring

Of these evil things, there is nothing caring

Signed Patricia Hilton