I have seen the shadows rise,
I have seen the glowing eyes,
Faceless ghosts I have seen stealing,
Black against the cold white ceiling.
I lie in bed, the covers drawn,
Up to my neck, I wait for dawn,
The sun’s warm light to set them fleeing,
Each and every ghostly being,
A werewolf and a witch’s broom,
Whisper through the silent room.
It’s far too quiet, I might be sleeping,
From beneath the bed now, monsters creeping,
The closet opens, hinges creaking,
Vampires enter; fresh blood seeking,
I see their fangs in dark of night,
Faces pale in cold moonlight
Slender fingers; shadows casting,
I have no hope of this night outlasting,
I draw up the covers and hold my breath,
I close my eyes and wait for death.
I sit up, sweet birds are singing,
Soft melodies are gently ringing,
As morning breaks the shadows vanish,
Back they; to the dark may the sun’s light banish.
I long for the black and the dark of night,
I long for the pale and cold moonlight,
I long to see the shadows rise,
I long to see the glowing eyes,
I long; once more, to see ghosts stealing,
Black against the cold white ceiling.
Author notes
I wrote this poem last year; kind of on a whim... I just pulled out a pen and started writing. Makes me think of all those nights spent as a kid with the covers pulled up over my head, quaking for fear of the 'vampires' or 'werewolves' in my closet. Kind of ironic now in retrospect. I've come a long way.
Written May 9th, 2002
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A very horror-filled nightmarescape - I know what you mean by some of these horrors that fill the night. I don't think, incidentally, that you're ever too old to be scared of things hidden in the dark
I still am sometimes, on long dark nights without a moon. I loved your rhyme and rhythm - you completely had me captive with your imagery. A wonderful piece. Thank you for your comments on "Dance of the Looking-Glass" - it meant a lot, that was a nightmarish night and writing about it made it seem like a fairy tale
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You really describe a little scared child in this poem. The fear and the excitement the mosters bring mix up and probably make the nights seems endless.
Good write!
Success with all that you do
Topaz
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This was really cool. There was a big push for Halloween poems about a week ago, and this definately fit the bill. Your rhyme and metre were both really good, and the flow of the poem was not obstructed by them.
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This is great. I enjoyed it, not only because it is an awesome poem, but also the way it is written, and the fact that it involves monsters
. I was never afraid of those sort of things, but I still like it 
. I might just have to read some more of your poetry because I liked this one so much
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Yes... actually I pulled it out of my portfolio just in time for the Halloween season it appears... Thanks for the positive comment
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This is a great Halloween poem. I know what you mean about it being kind of ironic in retrospect. The things you used to be afraid of as a kid seem like lots of fun when you grow up and look at things in a different way.
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