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The night was black and dreary
cold breath hung in the air
trapped in an unfamiliar place
entirely unaware

that destiny would enter in
to change our well-laid plans
the rein of safety, tightly held    
would be wrest from our hands

the swiftly cooling embers of the day
had lost their glow
as wearied eyes gave way to sleep; becalmed 
our breathing low.

No sooner had we closed our eyes -
it struck with awesome power
and it chose well to ambush at this very darkest hour 

But, jolted into consciousness by this unwanted guest
there was no sign of what - or who - had torn us from our rest

In fear, frozen - not a single sound 
could now be heard
nothing; save the drumbeats of our hearts 
now fully stirred

We quickly scanned the room as still the blackness stung our eyes 
all senses now on overload … fear factor on the rise

As one, we made our way toward 
the safety of the door
tiptoeing in bare feet on the creaking wooden floor 

My hand stretched out before me, 
trembling in the frosted air
now found the door - half open 
how and why – I didn’t care

Both blinded by the darkness, but determined to be free
we crept along the landing; reaching out on bended knee

Our progress now increasing as we heard a distant cry 
which came to a full halt – 
as something furry scampered by

She tried hard to resist it 
but as fear gripped her soul
a dreadful scream burst from her lungs 
as panic 
took its toll

We held our breath -
convinced now that our cover had been blown
but as the minutes passed, 
it seemed
our tormentor had flown

This centralised our focus as we now surveyed the gloom
and our eyes picked out a dim light 
coming from another room

No thought for looking back 
we scrambled on toward the light -
not knowing what we’d find, but we were ready for the fight …

Pumping with adrenaline, we flung the door aside
and screaming like two banshees now, we threw ourselves inside

Our cries were met with others now – and fists began to fly
our pounding hearts convinced us
that we were about to die …

. . . . .

Too soon, 
the fight was over
and yet, 
nobody lay dead

not one weapon had been raised and 
not a drop of blood was shed

As stood before us, smiling 
were two burly servicemen;
there’d been a minor power cut – 
but all was well again.

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