The tree branches paint hands on the wall
Those claws, they reach your soul
The choir of wolves howl their silent hymn
In this night the full moon stole
Can you hear the song of the night?
"Sleep well little child, I'll look after you"
The soft chuckles round the silent room
As you hold your breath in fear
The shaky air is falling cold inside
When the ghostly shadows appear
Can you hear the song of the night?
"I'll show you my face, it's pure and its true"
In the small crack of the closet door
You see four long, sharp nails
The red eye searches you out with ease
Brings back the old and dark tales
Can you hear the song of the night?
"Sleep well little child, I'll tuck you in"
As you hide under the blanket's warmth
You hear the dragging steps
The screams that mix with the laughing smile
Growing louder the closer it gets
Can you hear the song of the night?
"Don't mind me, my child, I'm just visiting"
Your world falls dark, the feeling's gone
As you slip to the world of dreams
The claws hold your soul gently one's more
While placing it in the bag of screams
Can you hear the song of the night?
"Let the Sandman collect your soul again tonight"
© Jay H.
January 12, 2006
Author notes
Found another old poem from the time when I used to write "horror poetry" if you can actually call it that... Well, this is one of the best pieces so it should be OK
A contest entry
- I Don't Care by piccola.
450 points, ended March 22, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think - the thruthful and bold; I don't break.
Comments
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I especially liked this verse:
"The claws hold your soul gently one's more
While placing it in the bag of screams"
a bag of screams...that's awsome. -
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I'm glad you like it. Thank you for your words; they mean a lot
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