Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Evil Night
The moon sits like a cold evil eye
in the foreboding midnight sky.
It's starry minions stare malevolently down
upon the peaceful fields.
Cruel,ghostly clouds flash across the dark skies,
with evil delight.
Hearts begin to pound,racing out of control,
as fear of the night takes it's dreadful hold
upon the uneasy souls of men.
Donavon Scott Vinson