IT IS THE NIGHT THAT CHILLS.

[dadio]

It is the night that chills
And brings the visitors of the past.
It is the half-moon’s glow

That brings the half-light’s shadow
And creates choreography of sadness
Along the walls and ceiling of the heart.

It is the child who sees
The puppet show of shadows
And looks out for the Bogey-man

Within the far off cupboard
Where noises creep and peep
And voices seep so shallow.

It is the night that chills.
The child dances with shadows
And the choreography is of death.

[dadio]

Old poem revived.

[edsiejka]

Great poem....a poem that brings back memories of being young and listening to
scary stories... my grandparents told me that there was a bogeyman hiding behind the kitchen garbage can and the bogey man was known to come out only at night. Believed in this for years to come...as a result I keep a night light on .

[dadio]

thank you for reading & comments, edsiejka.