Quatrain - Written in April 2009 |
Deep in the darkness of night There's something to that gives you a fright And yet if you are still you will learn Everything is actually quite alright Into the dark garden you turn You can smell eucalyptus on the burn Unknown to you, something watches you from the clear Your skin is what they yearn You listen to your surronds with a hand to your ear No sounds not even a sneer Yet your skin prickles with anticipation This feel to you very queer Eyes unable to resist temptation Lips yearning for their quick hydration Unable to move you watch the darkness Knows there is going to be some desecration The silence lingers increasing loneliness You fidget due to restlessness Something sharp brushes your neck Deep sensation of wickedness Sharpness touches down like a lover's peck You're afraid to turn your head to check Arms wrap gently around your waist Draining the tiredness from your trek Calmly you get yourself braced To find out what it is that you have faced Teeth pull out and it moves around Facing you with it's fingers on your lips to taste No one lives long in this town Yet everything is well kept including the ground Something watches for new food to bite So don't come alone or you'll drown |