Shadows
By Kate, age 19, New Hampshire
Sweet Designs Staff Intern
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
In the wake of the dying lighta heavy silence lingers;
we melt away into the night.
We're chased away in fright
and slip right through your fingers
in the wake of the dying light.
We will cloud your mind, blur your sight
with massive figures.
We melt away into the night
making haste, but in despite
of the night time church bell ringers
who shutter from the old bell's might.
From the glow of the moon - so bright,
stretching away from old man Binger's
we melt away into the night.
Dark, stretching, reaching to bite,
stalking behind the old grave diggers
in the wake of the dying light
we melt away into the night.