Jeremy Bressler Poetry

Mr. Night

A moonlit autumn night, ‘tis the perfect introduction to fright, as it makes its presence known, and rattles every bone, Fear mE….as before you lies my free reign, bring your best game, for there is no shame in fear, here, everyone is scared, my name is the night, I feed on all your deepest fear, as my out stretched hands controls the longest chill, as the shrill of misery brings out the best of me, as your heart pounds on your chest, I stomp the grounds and release my hounds, you walk down the road, where thoughts of creatures invade your mind, for this is my best feature, ….ha.ha.ha.ha…, my name is the night, where every shadow, every noise, every hidden face slows your pace, this is your race against my time, I welcome you to the haunted season, as you scurry through my maze of fear, an unknown haze comes rolling in, as tears begin to fall, I smile from ear to ear, you’re trying to reason all, I answer the call with, “This is my BLACK PARADE”, I RULE the NIGHT!, my name is Mr. Night.

Poet: Jeremy Bressler