the creeping shadows ever so subtly
steal away the lunar caress
on your cool pale flesh
'tis not the darkness unto itself
that holds you still in silence
waiting to assure yourself
your heart will beat again
'tis not the the emptiness of the night
that freezes your soul to stone
a mere porcelain statue
to tarry in quiet fright
'tis not this moment of lack of light
that carries you off into corridors
you thought were locked away
so very very long ago
for you are simply enveloped
in all of that you haven't known
when the dark nestles at your neck
and kisses those raising hairs
and you are slowly being drowned
in all those memories you've gained from pain
when misery was the tempest threat
and loss was drenching icy rain
these shrouded companions come calling
in the insomnious hours of weakened lives
they rap at your heart when joy has left
asking for the vacant place by the smoldering coals
'tis for you to choose to grab the key from the shelf
for you to reach for the brass doorknob in the moonlight
and rattle the key in the lock until it clicks
and you slowly turn the knob to open... the... door
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