Poem

I'm writing something new (surprise!). The first book of a new series called "The Seers". I see fivish books in this one, and the first (Spirit Talker) is weird, with poems taking the place of chapters here and there. 

Here's one:

            The Dark

Do you feel them creeping there?

Beyond the door, under the stair

Roiling belly, whisper, glare

Dark energy dwells there

 

You’re right to shun the musty rooms

Forgotten casket, eternal tombs

Headache pulsing, thick dread looms

Heavy heart, impending doom

 

They reach with twisted fingers, limbs

Hot, bubbling beneath the skin

Encite the boiling fear within

Paint canvasses of chain-linked sin

 

Once tethered, they will grasp and hold

With frost-lined tendrils, veins of cold

Infused with thoughts and dreams so bold

To terrify, sicken and drain when told

 

So do not let them hang from you

Dripping menace, sticky dew

Hell’s honey clinging endless to

The secret danker spots in you

 

Turn body and mind’s eye away

T’ward lighter thoughts, dwell in the day

Let paths of good lead you and sway

Your tendency to joyful play

 

Turn, child, be safe! Build solid home

Between sinew and blood and bone

Hold strength and comfort, lessons shown

            Your beating heart is not alone