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Fearsome, the night comes


The night comes  
with it, it brings fear
and things not of my mind,  
that whisper in my ear.
 
Things that tease  
from the peripheral of sight,
they seethe in wait  
for us to extinguish the light.
 
The night comes  
full of fearsome things,
that can smell  
the terror that to us clings.
 
Creatures that remain
unseen and we can only hear,
await an opportunity
to make real our worst fear.  
 
“The night once again comes our way”,  
asserts the beldame
“full of things  
we would rather not name”.  
 
Only the firelight  
keeps them at bay,
let it not go out  
or we shan’t see another day.  
 
The night is here maintain your guard  
keep up the vigil,
listen for signs of warning  
they will be the signal;
 
Maintain the fires  
keep them burning bright,
for the only weapon  
that can defeat them is: light.
 
The darkness is upon us,
with horror it threatens,
its blackness obscures  
our vision yet beckons,
 
if we should close our eyes
in exhausted sleep,
it will be the rest  
that will forevermore keep.  
 
The night hours pass  
the sentinel heralds: “all is well”,
yet we dare not lower our guard  
for fear of the lurking hell,
 
When dawn arrives  
so then we shall sleep,
bathed in the light  
that promises our soul to keep.    
 
“Fear thee not the night and the  
unknowns contained there in”?
 
April 2012
Gypsy Red
Written by marielavoue (Gypsy Red)
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