Night Worship

Milton H Peebles III on Jan 30, 2009

The evil in the night wants your soul.

Beat, Beat, Beat
Thumping, thrumming, booming
The sound grasps my soul
Darkness seeking more
Lightning stabs it once and twice
But grow it does

Beat, Beat, Beat
The chanting is flowing on
Clouds hide the stars
Wind rustles the leaves
Dark shapes mill about

Beat, Beat, Beat
Her heart is heard to throb
Fear fills it full
Louder and louder she hears it
Beating within her mind

Beat, Beat, Beat
The crowd flows about her
Te chanting becomes softer
She sees the flash above her head

Quiet!

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Darla Smith on Jan 30, 2009
Glad I didn’t read this one at night. It would make my heart thump in fear.
CutestPrincess on Jan 30, 2009
beat, beat, beat… this poem is really great!
lisa on Jan 30, 2009
all i picture is the sacrifices you see in movies. Milton, your mind is creepy at times.
Christine Ramsay on Jan 30, 2009
Quite a scary picture, Milton. You let your imagination go there. Well done.

Christine
AC Hamilton III on Jan 30, 2009
Really exciting with nice flow! Nice work!

AC
Kate Smedley on Jan 31, 2009
I have nightmares liked this, this poem touches a chord!
jamie mullen on Feb 5, 2009
Have you ever walked alone in a field at 2 o,clock in the morning with an ominous red light beckoning in the distance because I have and this poem really reminds me of that.
Morgana on Feb 11, 2009
Very nice poem, I like the rise and fall of emotions.

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