|Thomas C. Fedro|
Beware of eyes glow red in dark,
Of cries of wolves with howling bark,
Thoughts of scamps wearing dresses tight,
That blind your mind from morning light,
Come away from asp's sweet perfume,
In hidden dens of darkened rooms,
The dawn comes quick to bathe your mind,
Night is plotting to steal your rhyme.
NOTE: The prompt this week at Carry on Tuesday is the line, "Beware of thoughts that come in the night." I used each word to start a sentence.