Howling winds under amber moon,
Barren oaks crackle dry and brittle,
Skipping leaves rustle, dead and fallen,
As dogs aghast, bay at the dreadful night,
How eerie trembling in fright unfolds.
Shadows long and deep bury the living,
Cast down upon the earth in a tumultuous dance,
Sights and sounds of Hell inspired.
Whilst blackened figures roam unhindered,
Tricking eyes and mind to terror.
Spying what in logic can not be real,
Hence, even this is of no solace,
As synapse take their nightmarish toll,
Painting masterpiece of horror contrived.
With shutters locked taut, to hold back the fear,
Blankets drawn tight up over head,
Eyes pursed hard to block out the light,
We lay in silence to hide from the dead.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
That’s a great poem. I love the atmosphere it creates.
Thank you very much. I really enjoy writing darker stuff, but I’m not sure how readily its accepted.
I think there’s always an audience for the darker stuff because people like being creeped out. After all, Edgar Allan Poe made a career of it.
How true. Poe is one of my absolute favorites. I have read and reread his works since I was a kid. Thanks.
You paint terror very well. K.
Thank you very much, I really appreciate that.
Absolutely beautiful. Would definitely be interested in reading more!
Thank you, I truly appreciate that. I will certainly be writing more dark works as I enjoy doing them. :)