The darkness crept in-slinking <br /> 'Cross the creaking maple floors <br /> And in the distance the wind 'twas groaning <br />While the blackbirds were cackling at the doors <br /> <br />The trees in the forest black were whispering <br /> Branches were snapping at vampire bats <br /> Dracula came out of hiding in a lust for blood <br />And the grounds of the estate were covered with black cats <br /> <br />'Round the corner came a forboding <br /> A lost and most frightening glare of a stare <br /> 'Twas the wolf of 'Oberon's Ghost'* <br />Howling at the full moon with care <br /> <br />And as the night progressed to dawn <br /> But before the first light of day <br /> The undead ran for daytime cover <br />As the world turned a bleaker shade of gray <br /> <br />Slowly disappearing 'tis the Sun <br /> The ghouls have worked their vile spells <br /> Preparing the Earth for a 24/7 place of darkness <br />Inviting in all of the evil spirits of Hell <br /> <br />* Oberon <br />The wraith from my dark poem <br />Called The Castle on Starlitecafe <br /> <br />June 7,2009 <br /> <br />From: The ***Attic Of My Heart<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-the-dawn/
