Frozen moonlight

I followed shadows into the night

They stayed still in front of the moonlight

Dark endless shapes, unborn and deformed.

They were whispering promises with sadness and fear

Echoes of tenebrous cries thought long dead

This shades surrounded my fate

They wanted to take me away

Away from the moonlight

I froze in front of it

They were coming

The wind threw me away

And I fell on my knees

I turned pale and stood still

I was cold sweating, loosing my mind

Thinking “Is this the time?”

The artful shades were surrounding me

Singing: “One day you'll be just like me,

Nothing more than memories”

Dreadful coldness on that darkest night

At that moment I felt half dead, half alive.

I was about to die and I knew it.

I tried to scream but no words were coming out

I was panicking inside

The scream died.

Reviews

[Echoes of Eros]

Daniela, you create a world of cold, hungry shadows that seem to have awakened from nightmares. These twisting, deformed beasts silence even the screams of a poet. Stunning write. xo

[Benny Doyle]

"Nothing more than memories..." Very well done.

[Misery]

Wonderful poetry of the moribund. Your dark depth is much appreciated, dear poet.
Please keep sharing your moonlit creations.