I use a spoonful of light to feed my darkness,
bits of glitter to bedazzle dread.
In the hollow of abandoned I place my ribs,
drink dust of tears, spin fantasies in my head.
Fear has a scent my nose can detect,
cloying ammonia, musty stench of deflect.
Like it or not I know what you fear.
I’m the whisper sting stalking your ear.
Lilies bloom in shallow breath,
graying skin, cackling death.
The candle wick will make shadows larger,
conjure secrets, burn lies through your armor.
I’m the nightmare ruling your dreams,
burning your peace, courting your screams.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
It is October so my mythical twist is pure Halloween.