Nightly Specters

October 3, 2005

All the colors fade to shades of gray at twilight-

Then comes the pitch of night

When everything is black and white.

Shadowy shapes play games with the mind,

The perplexity of light taunting the eyes,

This land of darkness is a realm of foreign feelings

That cause the skin to tingle,

The senses to shift and drip from the ceiling.

Say goodnight to reality, Puppet.

It has flown away with the wind of night

On its routine rendezvous witht the moon.

Reviews

[Kitten]

oo shiney :)
Beautiful wording and imagery, and the alliteration adds a lot to the flow of the piece. I love it.