Phantoms of the Night
By: Ramo518
Dark as night,
the matter incarnate of fright.
Entirely nocturne
That scraping of iron on iron
when the wind
rises, what is it?
Could it be the sounds
of the wind
or simply a
tree?
Or, is it something much
more puzzling.
The moon is a phosphorescent phantom,
and dancing in its spectrum,
is the blood-curling
sight
of the apparitions
of the night.
- Just some free flow poetry I was doin