I sit wound tightly. Darkness comes
Stealthily upon me.
I watch the shadows grow
Longer: the fertile night.
With tortured slowness twilight dies
And is gone forever
(As if never there…)
Leaving the dreadful Night
It’s ill-begotten bastard scion.
Gone are the familiar, sturdy
Objects, known so well
As daylight shone.
Grotesque umbrae
Lurking in their stead,
Hiding (BECOMING) God
Knows what, laughing
Evilly in their darkness,
Eternally at my fear.
I scream your name!
Distant echoes answer…
