by William Wraithe

Created on: April 11, 2010

There was something about this night that didn't seem quite right;

Hungry wolves, like shadows, misted over my eyes.

Evil hands gripped me; twisting broken, over-grown nails,

splintering their unclean darkness into my virgin skin.

Help me, I cried! I prayed to God and anyone else who would listen -

A glimpse of hope flew from my conscious mind,

delivering me from evil, or so it seemed at that moment in time;

omitting some false sense of security when there was none.

Wait, did I just scream out loud again?  Or was this some sort of trick?

Over-tired, I began to fall back into the darkness that awaited me,

feeling just enough of the void to lull me to sleep, the humming of my mother;

the only deception that the entities of darkness could use to capture me unawares.

I had entered into a state of euphoria, this and that being what I wanted now.

Maybe it was for the better? What could I lose ins such warm liquids;

the warm flow of the river with a boat made of insanity.

Over and over, I spun - once, twice, three times in perfect harmony;

only once did I see my girlfriend's angelic face, so beautiful as if on fire.

Not once did I notice Death with wide arms open; calling me, enticing me,

telling me to follow her to the Shadow of the Moon.

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