They Come at Dusk
Once upon a time dusk was my favorite time of day
A lazy stroll on the night's stairway,
The time to walk and watch the sun take a dive
But now it's when THEY arrive
Using the last remaining light to dance and mock
To scare and taunt
You can't run from them, and there's no where to hide
Shutting your eyes, yes, the sight died
But you'll still hear them whispering in your ear
For the shadow people are near
And what's to fear you may wonder
But to ignore them would be a blunder
Made of soot and ash
They sunder when you go to smash
Rapidly multiplying in number
What is this curse I encumber?
No one else can see them, hear them, or feel their touch
So my rosary I clutch
And I say a prayer,
To keep at bay the sense of overwhelming despair.
The shadow people are here.
And they will leave, and then the following evening they will come back
Never at peace when I'm waiting for the next attack
I don't wish this on my most hated foe
But they all tell me "just relax, let it go
Take your meds, take a walk,
Make your bed, I'm here if you need to talk"
But when I do they shut it down
No one wants to be around
So by myself I'll wage this war
Until the shadow people are no more.