SHADOWS

One plays with the other,

Moving and pulling each,

Dark and defined rather,

They are there to also teach,

Real bones they do miss,

Just like puppets bound to bodies,

They are there to amuse,

Sometimes just to confuse.

THAT ONE NIGHT

 

A cold touch shooked me only to leave me aghast,

Dream I suspected it was and failed to see through,

My nerve twining got an impression  not so true,

That what loomed was some kind of haunted past.

Even my thundering voice betrayed me for unknown,

I lay there motionless waiting to be ravaged,

Perspiring and shivering my courage challenged,  

Suddenly something screamed out loud. 

To defend I launched my kick full blown,

Turned out the unknown was the one known,

It was my neighbor who now nursed his swollen bone,

We laughed unbound forgetting adults and grown.

Years will pass and memories will fade,

God's wish many more will be made,

But this lore deserves many more accolade,

After all it is truly the legend of the decade.