i watched the trees shiver as spirits fled them; and i shivered - and my spirit left, as well
love nights like these
[A poem by Beleaguered Servant] . .. … The night knows its own. … .. . The night spreads out its gloomy arms Embracing minds befogged with hate Who linger in a shadowed world Where sickened spirits congregate They cannot come into the light For to be seen is agony The night will always welcome … Continue reading "Nocturnal Creatures"