Tuesday, September 26, 2017

SHADOWS IN THE WOODS



















SHADOWS IN THE WOODS

The full moon casts its harsh light,
Spotlights to the left and right.
Shadows drift in the trees.
Some even on their knees.
On the shallow lake, 
they cast their cold gaze.
Reflections of bones
Flicker in the haze.
While the small town sleeps,
They walk the dark streets.
They ready for their fight.
Their march a deadly sight.
Soft snores won’t deter them.
Children’s cries won’t halt them.
From the woods, they have come.
They will return as one.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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