Dark is the Night

The night steals in
Silently,
Without a whisper,
Bringing with it
Gloomy shadows and
Twisted, menacing images.
Deep into my consciousness they embed,
Sowing seeds of imaginings and dark
Forebodings.
Like abstract paintings upon my periphery
And cobwebs moving in every corner,
Silhouettes dash by
Silently in the corners of my eyes;
Fleeting glimpses of those without mass; without form.
But I fear them not.
With the daylight they are gone
Back from where they came,
Waiting patiently to visit again...and again.