Moonlight shimmers over the land
giving substance to the cloaks of the restless dead.
Specteral shadows loom in the mist
as the invisible rain pours down
over their transparent form.
Ink black shadows slither under doors
and stand looming in darkened corners.
Eyes glazed over with death
peer through windows and watch us in our slumber.
Decaying hands reach through walls
as something unholy seeks to touch us.
"You never know what's lurking in the shadows."