The Nightwalkers

Souls scream in the still of the night,

Twisted, disheveled ‘n hidden from sight.

Your troubles, your worries, you're caught in their leer,

The nightwalkers search - you've everything to fear.

With your conscience not clear, there's no time to sound,

As the fleet footed assassins devour the ground.

The hounds have your sent, so surrender, confess,

To your god forsaken ‘n unholy mess.

Confusion abound, what hell have been found,

As empathy`s grip entwines your very sinews to the ground.

 

Their fear be your judge, their pain is your jury,

As you relive the grim fury of every remorseless attack.

Your knees hit the floor, your screams now so frail,

The beagle has sounded, let gathering hounds assail!

 

This is the dawn of perpetuity, let gates of hell unfurl...

 

Author's Note

v.2

Reviews

[Afraa]

Hauntingly beautiful poem you have here. My favorite kind of combination.

Your rhyming scheme is well put together and I love the imagery.

"As the fleet footed assassins devour the ground"... my favorite line.

Ironically, my younger brother is playing Assassins Creed right now. Haha!

[~]

wow.. what an imagery! what a reality. to be perpetually walking in the dark.. frightfully stunning..

[Woody]

great creepy atmosphere. reminiscent of "thriller". really nicely penned.

[Matching Socks]

Very cool. Great delivery, love this little dark poem.
It's like a kaleidoscope of all things wicked.

[DanielScanlon]

Very unsettling in a good way. Very mysterious...something tells me there could be more added to this...just a gut feeling.
Good work.

[Justin Fearn]

Interesting! Not been brave enough to write more than a few lines, for fear of rambling....

[The Black Warrior]

This poem is pretty interesting! well written ;)

[Justin Fearn]

Thank you Suk x

[The Black Warrior]

My pleasure!