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Crepuscule of Night
I stay ever guarded, and vigilant
In the crepuscule of night
Watching and waiting; for night terrors to reflame,
For years they were gone, but I know they returned
She has told, and I have felt them, heard them,
Some say my dark side and anger has brought them,
It moves, in a Dark Cimmerian Shadow
They come and feed off of her,
Off her fears and her dreams,
These shadows, and dark people
I do not see them, not exactly dead on space with the eye
I feel them, hear them, in corners of my eye, they appear, creaking past doorways, knocking over my things
She see’s them in the dead of eye, dead on in space
At the edge of the bed, and moving along walls, leaning over her
Takers of her breathe, and dreams, fear mongers and demons of the nether worlds
I have to stay up, stay awake, to keep watch and guard over her,
I do not fear them, I fought them before, in days of my youth
I could never forget it, a night terror, a demon so foul, floating like smoke,
Next to the bed, in my nana’s house, standing, watching over her while she slept
Though I knew she practiced this Mexican Witchcraft, which I will not name,
I walked over to her, Having confronted it, It slowly left, letting me follow
Out the door, through living room kitchen and then that long dark hall, floating into and disappearing into that old creepy mirror,
I lit a candle, said a prayer and kept it there,
That demon Never returned, though I have seen other things
Other demons and souls, screaming being dragged off to hell by the devils bounty hunters, hunting the freshly dead,
If you listen close enough, you can hear them screamin for help"No, Pleeeaasssee. I don't want to go, somebody, please HELP ME" and then silence always follows, sometime you will see a shadow, a empty white face with big black staring eyes, unnaturally moving,
These shadows, shadow people,
they walk on past me now
To her, who has so much fear
Who are these shadow people, pure silhouettes of smoke
They come from different worlds, in the in-betweens of the fabric of our reality and space
Where the physics are different, bent and misshaped
Oh sleep, where art though hidden, where is your place, show thyself, and show thy face,
Years have I stayed awake, days at a time
Keeping watch over these shadows,
The stealers of breathe and of time
In the crepuscule of night
Watching and waiting; for night terrors to reflame,
For years they were gone, but I know they returned
She has told, and I have felt them, heard them,
Some say my dark side and anger has brought them,
It moves, in a Dark Cimmerian Shadow
They come and feed off of her,
Off her fears and her dreams,
These shadows, and dark people
I do not see them, not exactly dead on space with the eye
I feel them, hear them, in corners of my eye, they appear, creaking past doorways, knocking over my things
She see’s them in the dead of eye, dead on in space
At the edge of the bed, and moving along walls, leaning over her
Takers of her breathe, and dreams, fear mongers and demons of the nether worlds
I have to stay up, stay awake, to keep watch and guard over her,
I do not fear them, I fought them before, in days of my youth
I could never forget it, a night terror, a demon so foul, floating like smoke,
Next to the bed, in my nana’s house, standing, watching over her while she slept
Though I knew she practiced this Mexican Witchcraft, which I will not name,
I walked over to her, Having confronted it, It slowly left, letting me follow
Out the door, through living room kitchen and then that long dark hall, floating into and disappearing into that old creepy mirror,
I lit a candle, said a prayer and kept it there,
That demon Never returned, though I have seen other things
Other demons and souls, screaming being dragged off to hell by the devils bounty hunters, hunting the freshly dead,
If you listen close enough, you can hear them screamin for help"No, Pleeeaasssee. I don't want to go, somebody, please HELP ME" and then silence always follows, sometime you will see a shadow, a empty white face with big black staring eyes, unnaturally moving,
These shadows, shadow people,
they walk on past me now
To her, who has so much fear
Who are these shadow people, pure silhouettes of smoke
They come from different worlds, in the in-betweens of the fabric of our reality and space
Where the physics are different, bent and misshaped
Oh sleep, where art though hidden, where is your place, show thyself, and show thy face,
Years have I stayed awake, days at a time
Keeping watch over these shadows,
The stealers of breathe and of time
Published 5th Jun 2015
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