Deadly Wishes

The night has no promise of the oncoming day.

The wind only whispers of deadly tales.

The sun will not shine if the moon is gone.

The world at my feet in a deadly storm.

I know my tales are of misery and death.

The way you think id me is far from correct.

I am more than you have ever thought of.

Just like the dark of the moon I am mysteriously dangerous.

Can you tell what I think of every night?

While darkness rides on the waves of plight.

A dream that follows the light of the moon. 

A world that dies in fantasy's room.

Reviews

[Ammy Greaves]

i looooooove this poem. its sweet and deep