The Children

The Children


The shadows walk
The shadows crawl
The shadows creep across the mor
The shadows tiptoe to my door

I sit alone in darkness binding
As the gears, forever grinding
Tick away the daylight shining light upon my barren floor

My door is locked
And barred
And nailed
But this will come to no avail
For my children come to feed
And the door will not impede
The gnawing hunger and the greed
Of my foul and ghastly breed

They will come again tonight
Basking in the pale blue light
Perched atop my spiral tower
They await the darkest hour

My children soar on demon wings
And play the hosts of stranger things
Resting in a bed of soil
Neath the ground they sleep and coil
Till the moon doth shine again
And gives birth to mortal sin

For the sun doth have the likeness
Of a torch in all its brightness
Brimstone burning to the flesh
Scarring my forbidden nest

For years to come
I shall remain
A phantom in my window pane
My place is here
I dare not leave
Lest my children come to grieve

By Justin Huskey Copyright 2003 Revised 2011