POEM STARTER
You are convinced you can see mysterious figures lurking in the shadows. Write a poem about them.
Choose a specific style of poetry that would be suitable for this theme.
The People In The Shadows
The Shadows in my room
They watch me write my stories at night
Lightning strikes outside from the storm
The will decide if I live or die, They are my fate
Their long arms reach out across my walls
Their fingers come to slit my throat
Their eerie screams, the echoing calls
No fear do I feel, only silent thoughts.
I must finish my writings. I hurry my quill.
Every morning They shrink away with the sun but They always come again.
Tonight They are close I feel their chill.
Maybe They are hungry. Maybe it’s the rain.
My candle flickers and the shadows move closer
They’ve been here ever since she died
My sweet lover now a mysterious murder
But I know it was Them. Their black grief consumed her
To save her from the dark I set her room on fire
But I was too late I found her burnt and dead.
The Shadows had already ate her
Now They are almost here for me
And death is welcome to my weary soul
The Shadows claimed her and now i can finally see.
My story is done my words are depleted
Take me to see my angel. in hell is where I will soon be.
Here They come I accept my demise
The shadows take my throat
They twist and break the flames burn my eyes.