A Fearful Curse?

• Danae Pilla, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2016

As the moonlight glides on its silver wings;
A droplet falls from a ghost white cheek.
It wavers from light and lands in shadows;
It’s warmest of colours to the coldest fear follows.
Faded figures engraved in the night;
Now thoughts fire through guns of fright.
One shiver, and all hope falls;
A silence cast on whispering shores.
The idle figures now rise and sway;
Their muffled voices echo away.
In dead of night they scatter;
Coming closer, drawing nearer.
Yet, as they come, the sun does rise;
And darkened black turns to gleaming white.
They run and run...fear now gone...
The puppies' blessed curse over all.