Free Verse Poetry

She Comes in the Night

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay

She comes in the night, sleek and evil.

Beware of the Night: this beautiful killer,
exquisite predator, demon.

Wolves roaming, blood thirsty.

She is waiting to devour your soul and your children.

By the Moon’s pale light he caught one fatal glimpse,
was it Beast or Woman?

Cast out of Hell or his Imagination?

In the night, blood’s scent rides the cool breeze.

You can taste the sweet warm blood, licking it,
drinking the last drops of her victim’s life.


So inviting, captivating, is her sweet siren song.

The Moon is full.

The Wolf’s howls fill the night, chill your soul.

Imagination, curiosity in the night can unlock the gates
of Heaven and Hell.

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3 replies »

  1. Who is she? What is she? A vampire, an unknown species or what ever my imagination desires?

  2. Lynne,
    I just want to say you are very very talented very creative with your words and I’m really enjoying that you gave me the privilege to read the gift that God gave you to share with the world.
    King Karl

  3. The imagery is impeccable. Are you a child of the night? Your pieces seem to be always at night. Does the night inspire you to write?

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