Dwelling in the darkness,
on a cool spring night
are phantoms of horror,
and shadows of fright.
Sucking in dreams,
with tangerine smiles.
Pour out nightmares,
carving so many styles.
Tarnish key quivers,
when turning the lock.
Fading swiftly to dust,
amongst crumbling rock.
Peel magma layers,
scripted plans create.
Etching perfect cuts,
the stone mutates.
So carefully sculpted,
a grotesque gargoyle.
Delivered with artistry,
and long hours of toil.


Wow, very interesting! I really enjoyed your theme, imagery, and rhyme. 
Keep in mind though, a line break will automatically make the reader pause, so often you can get away without using a comma at all. That might be something to consider in this, just to keep any confusion away for the grammar picky people. (like me? 












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