The moonlight is missingA Poem by Jeremy BakerDo not trust the moonlight for it steals about and conceals, taking pleasure, security and certainty. Fear remains, the chilled shiver, the furtive look over one's shoulder. The dread coldness where once your blood flowed.
Death lives here. The stars, should they shine at all, are but heedless warning lights.
Run! Run!
That was not a breeze. That was not an animal. No face but yours, no mind but yours. It slithers into your dreams, where nightmares foment. Your mute screams, your open eyes, your paralysed thrashing avail you of nought within the enveloping moonlight.
For you will come face to face with your desires; and you will die within sight of them. © 2013 Jeremy BakerReviews
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13 Reviews Added on December 16, 2013 Last Updated on December 16, 2013 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..Writing
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