In my usual spot and I stare.
Out I nto the back yard. Just there.
The shadows stretch longer
My terrors grow stronger
The sun sinks low to kiss the earth.
As a new night is given birth.
It's not the dark I fear, per se,
Rather, things come out, not here in the day.
The shadows grow longer, now across the lawn
Growing arms, legs and teeth, the devil’s spawn.
As night wears on, they creep up to ...