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Nyctophobia
He dreads the descent of night
All the specters it contains
Voices travel moonlight waves
And whisper in his ear
Figures slowly taking shape
Shadows acquiring human form
They dance while he sits in horror
Recognizing those he cast in blight
The men speak of duplicity
A treachery in all his ways
The women that he left behind
Denounce him for his betrayal
They fade as the sun ascends
Receding slowly in the light
They leave his fragile sanity
A cold caress before the night.
All the specters it contains
Voices travel moonlight waves
And whisper in his ear
Figures slowly taking shape
Shadows acquiring human form
They dance while he sits in horror
Recognizing those he cast in blight
The men speak of duplicity
A treachery in all his ways
The women that he left behind
Denounce him for his betrayal
They fade as the sun ascends
Receding slowly in the light
They leave his fragile sanity
A cold caress before the night.
Published 23rd Dec 2018
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23rd Dec 2018 10:45pm
23rd Dec 2018 10:47pm
Anonymous
24th Dec 2018 1:32am
I love the night my friend. It gives me peace. But I fear what comes out of it when the night fades into day. I loved the way you give life to phantoms. I have a lot of those that appear at all times of day. Beautiful ink my friend. J
24th Dec 2018 11:17pm
I believe In ghosts, although I've never seen one. I still felt the presence of a soul unknown, hopefully benign. Thank you J!
24th Dec 2018 3:17am
this is so awesome....
it's really hard to talk about the things that dread us in our silent moment
that nicodemus world we harbor inside slowly torturing us
great write
it's really hard to talk about the things that dread us in our silent moment
that nicodemus world we harbor inside slowly torturing us
great write
24th Dec 2018 11:20pm
It's easier to write about these things. I fumble when it's verbal. Thank you poetOftragedy!
24th Dec 2018 2:31pm
dearest Sir Crow a very haunting write
done so masterfully...
love & hugs...
Brenda 💕
done so masterfully...
love & hugs...
Brenda 💕
24th Dec 2018 11:22pm
Thank you Brenda. I'm glad you enjoyed this. May your nights be peaceful and serene.
27th Dec 2018 11:03pm
I love the night, in the way it can strip your defenses leaving you open to what may come, and yet I fear it because of the unknown that can come by and touch with nothing more than a whisper in the wind.
Great write Crow!
Great write Crow!
29th Dec 2018 00:02am
