A lonely drive through the dark woods : A poem

[Owlparrot3]

A lonely drive through the woods.

And then there are they
They who play in the shadows
They who loom along dark meadows
They who reside in your eye's corner
And they who make your gaze wander

And then there are they

They who maketh your fingers quiver
They who make your mind waver
They who make you want to hide
And they who might be right by your side

And then there are they

They whos footsteps you hear right behind your ride
They who make you faster drive
They who make you blind in panic
And they who make the moment seem satanic

And then there are they

They who you now seem to see clear enough
And they who make you wish you were strong and tough
Yet they who seldom cannot be seen
And they who always make you want to scream

And then there are they
Who are they
What are they
Were there really 'they' some
Or were there never 'they' none ?

[Owlparrot3]

I might have left TWC
But I do admit that this community is still the best for presenting my poems

Do tell me how much I have improved since I left

[Alwyn]

Welcome back! The mixture of playfulness and threat among those lurking in the shadows adds mystery to your poem.

[Owlparrot3]

Welcome back! The mixture of playfulness and threat among those lurking in the shadows adds mystery to your poem.

Thanks
That's what I intended it to be !