When daylight goes down
and darkness descends upon the town,
a cold chill sends shivers down your spine.
You're all alone on a darkened street
and you hear the echo of a stranger's feet.
The wind whispers through the leaves,
shadowy hands reach out from gnarled trees.
In the darkness you hear the moans
and glowing eyes peer out at you,
watching you closely as you move.
A swirling fog sweeps in on you,
your eyes blur from its misty dew.
Your feet slow, but you've lost your way.
No one hears your dying screams,
they find your body in the stream.
If you weren't so accomplished this slice of horror would not work. The rhythm is spot on, never faltering.
Verily, a horrific depiction of darkness in bitter cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Creepy! But well-written. You're very good.