The Creatures of the Night

As muscles become tense,
The ever-shifting night
Cleans your pores
And drowns your thoughts

The hollow air passes through your body
And the wings of the Air Angels
Lightly graze by your heart,
Unlocking all its hurt inside

Hidden, the Shadow Creatures linger
Amongst the wet blades of grass
In a sullen frenzy of fury,
Creeping closer

The Breath Crickets tell their tale
Of the night lust,
The sweet aroma of breeding fruit,
Arousing and intoxicating

The scent exponentially becomes stronger,
It fills your lungs
With the blood of rotting apples,
Sensual and luxurious

Beckoning your soul, the Air Angels call out,
One of despair,
One of vengence

They pierce through your eyes
With a shrill scream of 40 dying stars,
Shattering your chest with a light

It's burning so bright,
Reaping your mind,
Seeping through, feeding off of what it can

The Creatures of the Night then disappear
And your body becomes cold
And frail
And all alone

The dark night sits down beside you,
It wraps a heated scarf over your bare back,
Holding you close in dense humidity

The night will comfort you always

It will weep when you weep,
It will mourn when you mourn,
It will breathe whenever you breathe





Creatures of the Night   Copyright © 2003 Zach Bloodshy. All rights reserved.





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