Delerious shadows
taunting my dreams,
can't hear myself
over the screams;
unassuming silhouettes
jangle my brain,
as the voices of Twilight
slowly drive me insane.
Constantly echoed
the screams seem all blurred,
'til a collective syllable
starts forming a word;
then fragments start clinging
to the threads of a thought,
like pearls to a strand
with all that they've got!
These demons of shadows
stay clean out of sight,
with only their voices
out riding winds in the night;
so, if you hear echoes
of giggles, and screams;
it's the other world's voices
travelling by, on a moonbeam.
So, lose not your braveheart
lose not, your nerve,
the shifting voices of Twilight
has thrown you a curve!
You're not in great danger
for, Twilight's passed by,
if you'd also grabbed a moonbeam
you'd have vanished, in the sky!
Comments
Loved the feel, and loved the Poem
Dear
This is really piece of art.
Thank-you, Mona Rose...
..your words are very kind. I really had a time with the ending, of this one.
love your opinion !
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