Autumnal nights
Where my thoughts dance
Just beneath my skin
Ghosts rustle at the chance for freedom
The moon exposes them like covert romance
But they won't last
Dried remnants of the not-too distant past
I feel a creeping on me
A villain follows my path
Awaits to defeat my melancholy comrades
Awaits to devour me
Snuff me out
Bury me...
So I relish in such a moment
Stark air swallows me,
Sends a message to my bones:
"He is coming, you are never ready."
(originally written 10/5/12)
