I'm the horror, mixed with delight
that sends your skin crawling with fright
the creature weaving in and out of sight
with pulsing shadows, stretching my might
The void, the pure absence of all light
I'm what keeps the monsters up at night.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
