I am the shadow of the moon at night,
Creeping along out of sight.
I am the eyes starring at the back of your head,
The sweat on your back and the breeze in your hair.
I am the rustle of the leaves on the left,
Smelling the weight of the fear you heft.
I am the ominous feeling in the air,
Watching you walk right into my lair.
I am here when I'm gone,
For my presence lingers long.
During the day I disappear,
Come back at night if you dare.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
I am the shadow of the moon at night,
Creeping along out of sight.
I am the eyes starring at the back of your head,
The sweat on your back and the breeze in your hair.
I am the rustle of the leaves on the left,
Smelling the weight of the fear you heft.
I am the ominous feeling in the air,
Watching you walk right into my lair.
I am here when I'm gone,
For my presence lingers long.
During the day I disappear,
Come back at night if you dare.
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