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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
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