Soft rays

Photographer: Marcin Sobas

Soft rays are bathing the top of the trees,
to welcome the day, the birds and the bees.
And while this sight is a feast for your mind,
you need to look out for the beast from behind.

~ Falcon Dove

Silent night

Silent night and snow on the ground.
The graveyard is quiet. You don't hear a sound.
And though you are thinking of Christmas and fun,
your only concern should be hiding and run.

~ Falcon Dove

Bad blood

The wind in your hair and the breeze on your skin
It's the end of the day and you know you can't win.
Cause soon it is dark and your blood starts to turn.
The hunt will begin as your soul starts to yearn.

~ Falcon Dove

Black Friday

(Picture found on http://weburbanist.com/)

 

 

Not a sound. You're all alone and don't want to stay.
You should have left while you could on this blackish day.
Don't scream for help. No friend's around you tonight.
This urban nightmare is yours, and so is the fright?

~ Falcon Dove

The tormented souls

A flickering candle to light up the room.
An unholy scream from the tormented souls.
The graveyard was haunted by voices of gloom,
each tombstone turned over by scavenging ghouls.

~ Falcon Dove

Dark light

Mist and darkness steals the flickering light.

A single beacon in the dark sea of night.

It glows from the window to fight off your fear.

A false light of promise: Your rescue is here!

~ Falcon Dove

Aiming for space

They were aiming for the space,
all lights were green to go,
when something odd took place
of which, we'll never know. 

~ Falcon Dove

The silent guard

The gargoyle's eyes were blind and cold.
A silent guard throughout the day.
It comes to life when night's grow cold.
Is brought to life by mister Grey.

~Falcon Dove

This poem was written to mr. Ezra T. Gray. He's the author of the book 'The Grove & Other Stories'. You can check out his homepage here.

The unholy house

An unholy house, forgotten by men,
are slowly waken, to haunt them again.
Hidden in shadows of old, ancient trees,
the Old Ones returns, to spread the disease.

~ Falcon Dove

Bloodless moon

Bloodless moon and fire in the skies,
Shadows of trees, greets the one who dies.

~ Falcon Dove