Night's Sinister Serenade
This poem is in response to a writing prompt #FromOneLine (on X/Twitter) where the prompt is "I woke to a new message"...
In night's embrace, where whispers thread,
Through the veil of darkness, fears are fed.
Chilling touch of unseen dread,
Shadows flinch, their secrets spread.
"I woke to a new message," it thunders, it bleeds,
An echo of terror, where silence concedes.
Under a moon, cold and aloof,
In the grip of night, truth remains aloof.
A presence lurks, its essence proof,
In the silence, a disturbing reproof.
"I woke to a new message," more desperate, more fierce,
In the void, it's a scream, through the cosmos it pierces.
Mist curls, a dance with the dead,
Where light dares not tread, hope is shed.
Words twist, a tapestry of dread,
In the chant, our deepest fears are led.
"I woke to a new message," it haunts, it accuses,
In its resonance, a cacophony of muses.
Chill seeps, the night's cold kiss,
A silent scream, the abyss's bliss.
The chant, a serpentine hiss,
In its grasp, reality amiss.
"I woke to a new message," it binds, it obsesses,
A symphony of horror, it confesses.
Through this chant, a path is woven,
Of horrors old, and futures stolen.
In the message, a truth unspoken,
In its chorus, a sinister token.
"I woke to a new message," a refrain of despair,
In its echo, the essence of our nightmare.
© Eric Montgomery, 11-March-2024
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