Reading kaizley's journal

You will often find that change is a good thing. No rhyming, free verse-ish. Enjoy.

They won't notice if you're hiding
In dark corners of the night.
Though you seem to light a fire
With your eyes.
You're anticipating action
You can feel their rusty blades
Do you dare to make a sound?
Or will they strike?
You can see them creeping over
You can hear them russel leaves
You feel their rusty metal
Pierce your skin.

Oh the horror
The sheer horror
Of the strangers in the night.
Though you knew
That they were coming,
Looking for you through the night.

Oh the pain
The sheer pain
That these rusty blades will bring.
But no blood
Not one drop
Will your dried up body shed.

They loose interest and move on
From the darkness of your cave
Leaving you alone, not expected
To survive.
They sail off on ships of bronze
While your firey eyes at rest
You can hear their evil cackles
far away.
They don't make it to the shore
No, they sink to bottom blue
So no gold for these strangers
Of the night.

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."

This post was edited by kaizley on Aug 04, 2004.