maladjusted

I dreamt of shadows brought to life,
Their eyes comprised of unholy light.
Of whispered laughter in the night,
As the shadow lord calls them home.

Every night for five thousand years,
They roam about drinking in your fears.
Your fear of dark and things unseen,
Brings them joy and makes them sing.

You know their there,you've half seen them before,the glance of them as they slide past your door.

Do you remember the feeling of half seeing them,the feeling of fear and un understood dread.
I say half seen and you might wonder why,well let me warn you,so you dont try.
To see them in full and look in their eyes,means to lose some of you,whats deep down inside,that bright little spot your fire your spark, to lose it forever to the deep shadowed dark.