Slipping from slumber,
into the night.
With fangs that rend,
and fears that bite.
Red eyes that glow with a gleaming heat,
ever seeking out fresh meat.
Like oily smoke, it slithering seeps
in sliding shadows,
quietly creeps.
It beckons with a blackened claw,
and amused, it laughs,
with a hissing maw.
It steals into the deepest dreams,
smothering even the loudest screams.
Tainting all the light it finds,
and feasting on the shell-shocked minds.
So silent, it revels in the dark,
leaving nothing, not a mark.
All through the night,
until the dawn.
And then it hides,
to sleep and spawn.
And wisping slips away again,
before the sun can scald it's skin.
Shrinking back to places black,
It clings to every precious crack,
Hunger sated 'till the darkening hour,
When the wraith will return,
with mysterious power...
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2003
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