Where does the darkness go to hide?
It isn’t in the light.
Perhaps in greater darkness still,
but that doesn’t seem right.
It watches from the corner
and it shivers as it cries.
Its heartbeat is erratic
and it breathes in heavy sighs.
Its eyes are large and terror-filled
by what waits in its gloom.
It quails in frightened silence
when the knock becomes a boom.
Where does the darkness go to hide?
It isn’t in the light.
Perhaps the living shadows there
will come for us tonight.
Oh yes, the silent shadows there
will reach for us tonight.
BlackQuill 