Evening Breath

Night is a lonely shadow fading in the mist,
a transparent figure in flight,
wandering through the ground by day,
venturing out to block the sun
when we lie down in bed.

Lonely and upset,
he plan to steal are dreams,
feeding on are nightmares,
and laughing at are tears.

Robbing all things nice,
a burglar in the dark,
a sweep of pain floods through you,
if you dare to risk a glance.

A bright glow of horror hides his face,
and silver threads surround him,
with spiders crawling down,
and blood shot eyes stuck fast on his cheeks.

He lives in a place,
high above the earth,
a long lost ruin fading throughout time,
losing all life.

As dawn breaks he runs,
fleeing from the light,
night is gone,
but he is still there,
waiting for the next sunset.