by Brian Francis
Have you ever feared the blowing wind
And the shadows of the night;
Or felt the eerie tingling chill
Of a specter by your side.
In the darkness of these empty streets
I have heard the spirit screams,
just echoes of a lonely life
deep in the world of dreams.
They gave it all to gain the world,
to claim it for their own,
these selfish little impish souls
to whom the night belongs.
Cast down by love they never knew,
they search for Peace and Light;
only to find emptiness --
in the shadows of the night.
Posted on 08/11/2003
Copyright © 2023 Brian Francis
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/12/03 at 02:24 AM|
Well constructed, even rhythm, quite a tale of "other" -- of the things that "go bump in the night". Interesting take on what those spirits are!
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 08/12/03 at 02:47 AM|
oh wow...and yeah I've felt this before. This reads with such an easy flow. Wonderful read indeed;)
|Posted by Kate Demeree on 08/13/03 at 03:37 AM|
I love the ethral feeling in this... the poe like quality.
|Posted by Patricia J Reed on 08/14/03 at 08:15 PM|
everybody's right brian- this is a great poem. i love the rythym