Watch The Shadows

WATCH THE SHADOWS

Underneath the Milky
Moonglow
Beneath the City Lights
Below the skyscrapers
and other man-made
monoliths
hidden in the crevices of
reality
There’s something there
something’s alive
and dead
The Shadows
Live. . .
Can you hear them?
Listen. . .
The Shadows breathe
Silence
Its children grow restless
They Hunger
Soon they will eat
impatience and hunt
just out of view
just below the waves
of darkness,
sounds of low rumble
growls, sharp clicks
and edge scraping of
fangs and claws
These Things you won’t see
but they do
their eyes penetrate the
Abyss of Blacklight
because they are Predator
and you. . . Prey
Pray that Light comes
quickly
Your heartbeat pounds
loud like a drum
swallowed by flowing
darkness
that deafens the sound of
Fear. . .
screams won’t be heard.
Death is there. . .