Sides Of The Moon

The day gets dark

The sun goes down

The moon takes place

Shining light from the sun

All doors are locked

Windows tightly latched

People drop off

And all life rest

Outside, the streets

Abandoned in the dark

The wind blows swiftly

In the silence of the night

The air turns cold

Sending chills up and down

Somewhere in the streets

Shadows arise

One by one, appearing from nowhere

Dooming and haunting the streets everywhere

Creatures below crawl beneath the surface

Finding their way through the underground maze

In the middle of the night they stand

Searching and seeking with trembling hands

Their glowing eyes and gasping breath

Bringing the dead of the streets to life

While people sleep

These creatures creep

They watch like spies

When they close their eyes

Far from the edge of the word

They remain hidden in conundrum

Heaving into sight, threading their way by

Whenever the moon sits in the sky

The whispering wind is wooing again

Into the face of time and space

Somewhere in the streets

All shadows retreat

When dawn comes

The creatures runs aground

One by one

As they pass out of sight

Once again, the streets

Are deserted

Silence returns

And the place is dead

Their existence live on

Possessing forces one can't define

Unearthly these creatures, they may be

They leave their trails where no one finds

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Finished lunch after school. Bored and refused to start on homework. This was what came out from my sleepy state. Snoozed off on the dining table thereafter.

2003