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This is a creepy poem about the beasties that live in the shadows, or a sort of thing about the things that crave after the sunlight but can never touch it . I’ve been writing a few Halloween-y poems so I will be putting some of my favourite spooky new things up over the next few weeeks in preparation for goth Christmas. Hopefully will be doing some more recordings at some point as well, as those are such fun!

Shadows rise,

Shadows fall,

Though as they

wax

and

 wane

The eyes that follow

From the darkness

Covet

The sun they can

Never touch,

Only feeding on the

Dimples

Of forgotten faded light

That lie

On your skin,

As they

Dissolve

Into the night’s

Embrace.

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Henry

xx

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