Howling in twilight

Howling in twilight
I stood in the dark
Alone with the shadows
Old game of the light.
I lived in the woods
With my sharpened fangs
was hunting and sneaking
Back then I was young.
Was always alone
Was always at night
My name could give chills
I thought I was right...
But now, when I'm older
I'm wise and mature...
My mind's getting colder
And now I am sure
That sneaking in shadows
And live in the dark
Is better than being
Being... eaten up.


Рецензии

С 3 по 5 июля состоится Литературный фестиваль в Этномире. В программе – семинары известных поэтов и писателей, поэтический конкурс, посвященный Году единства народов России, книжная выставкая-ярмарка. Приглашаем принять участие →