The Dance of Shadows

The poem you are about to read was never before published! Originally written by me since 24/6/2023. 8:26 PM…

Revealed now for Reader’s.

Enjoy

The Dance Of Shadow’s

In the darkness where silence sleeps,
Beneath the moon, where fear creeps,
They gather, a haunting ghostly throng,
The Dance of Shadows is short and long.

Their formless bodies black as night, twist in pale moonlight.

They slither and sway, with grace, a ballet, in the cursed space.

Their haunting whispers terror, like whispers of woe, echoing through the void, as dark winds blow.

Their eyes, piercing and cold, reflecting the secrets they have long held.

They move through the mist, without a sound, their presence denied, their movements profound.
Unearthly rhythm, an unholy trance of sound.

The Dance of Shadows full of discomfort and uneasiness.

With each step they take, Awaken fears, long ignored. Their presence is forever widespread.

Beware of the night, when shadows dance. For the Dance of shadows, is the devil's design.

Casting their spell, unleashing their hell.

Till next time ❤️✌️