The Shadow People

by Timothy Birdnow

1/25/2023

Don't go in the woods alone at night
don't you dare
the silence bleeds the phantoms breed, take heed and take great care
for lurking in the dark and deep, the shadows move and creep
Shadow people there

without substance, without shape
the whispers in the air
dried bones with blackness draped
the eyes all dull with stare
mouths agape, take care

Sirens that beckon to wandering stars
imprisoning from afar
twisting minds with nursery rhymes
trapped within iron bars
the whispered sighs of shadow lies
their tombs a wound of scars

The seduction has begun now, the shadows move and dance
the induction to their number
their dark armies advance

the shadows are so famished
our eyes are burning coal
they dance upon the screen now
to damned our children's souls

We know that they are evil, we know that they are wrong, we understand the dangers but we always play along
the sin is quite primeval
but it is we who sing the song
the worm and the boll weevil
are the gift of this dark throng

for demons of the wood do trap unwary visitors there
Medusa shadows petrify our souls
but still we stare
the shadow people dance and beckon
on our plasma screens
and little do we ponder why, or what any of it means
it's but a black and empty hole
and death is it's main goal
the shadow people love the darkness
and to feast on our poor souls

Don't go alone into the wood at night, don't you ever dare
the bones of greater men than you are strewn about, take care
the shadow people prowl those woods, the blackness is their power
and in that hour your soul devour
light the candle and say your prayer.

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