Firey is the Night

Firey is the night,
its crisp tendrils reaching for fear,
licking the rim of souls dear.
Shadows in motion,
ever so near.

I see you in the gray spaces,
the colorless portions of night.
Hiding amidst the blackened bush,
readying your prey to strike…

But Your confidence belies you friend,
for as I come near,
you shall learn that in the end
’tis you who should fear…


© 2014 John Allen Richter


About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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