The darkness of the night

The dark tones grow slowly in the night
and everything becomes bluish and purplish
just like the dead that are buried six feet under
being slowly devoured by tons of insects.

The moon is shining rays of striking white
but on the earth they do not bestow their light.

Hear your thoughts become louder
and your heartbeat turn deafening
as the wind decided to stroke your hair
your face turned from pale blue to red.

And all the while the animals flee
hiding and seeking shelter in some tree.

Now rises every noise around you
as if they were once oppressed voices
and your blood speeds inside your veins
while your body starts running wild.

Come now wanderer through the night
hope that no wolf will make you fright.