Submissions by teardrop

Spirit of night
no one else sees
patiently waits
for darkness to be.

Cleverly hiding
in shadows nearby
as stale humid air
feels muggy yet dry.

Demon of evil
as I can foretell
came from the pits
of damnation's Hell.

I know when you linger
I feel you
anxiously waiting
as I am too.

And as my eyes close
I sense your delight
preparing for war
in the midst of the night.

With cowardly ways
you fight unfair
only to strike
when my mind's unaware.

The strength of your touch...