Reapers of the Night

Poetry by Shalghney Balangyao

When twilight breaks and the night falls, Mist of shadows lurks behind dark halls. Into the infinite darkness of the woods, Dark creatures scavenge for goods.

As the moon enshrouds the clear skies, Splitting her body and then she flies. Wrapped in cloak of darkness, she hunts then lays, Prepping her teeth to lurch for the prey.

Under the sweet ode of a baby’s cry, They will lure you with a sweet disguise. Longing for someone they’ll meet, When picked up, they ditch their treat.

Endless screams of terror tear the night, Fresh sheets of poison tinged with fright. Enchanted beauty of splendor clad in white, Behold, beautiful maidens of great delight.

Promises of treasures, heed no attention, These mythical souls pride their prized collection. Souls of the living stolen into possession, Leaving lives of sorrow with no redemption.

In the dead of the night, these creatures appear, Concealed in sight, they wreak havoc all year. Unlocking the obsidian chamber of terror, Ravishing at the musical screams of your horror.

Whispers of the unsung songs of the dead, Take your feet to the nearest shed. Be wary of monsters underneath your bed, Hide as the reapers paint the night red.