The Daily Dread
Yesterday
Enveloped in dusk
Evening Night Early morning
Sunrise finale
My sinister self only manifests from dusk to dawn.
Goad the gullible
Bang the terror timpani
Flock fleeced with dull shears
A long days journey
Swing into last call left them
Ripe for the picking
ripe nightshade slumber
vine swing or underground lurk
dusk bound terror traps
