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Stir of Shadows
Darkness take form, this room that I’m in. The shadows they laugh, the room now spins. Flickers the flame the candles warm glow. What madness is this? What things lay in stow? Whispers that call from depths of the night, is my mind playing tricks? Are my fears taking flight? I shutter from a touch, a touch never there, they pull at my covers, tug at my hair. The line fades from fantasy and reality this eve. What then oh what, shall become then of me? Hasten the flicker, the fire, the flame. Mocking me still, am I going insane? Wake me, oh wake me , take me from this strange place… the candle falls to the floor, the flames oh how they rage. Intense the heat, the shadows now fled. But there were never a candle, a shadow nor bed. For what then, oh what, if these things never been. For its only my mind I’m locked inside then? Flee me, oh flee me these things here this night. My fears now over, as comes mornings light. Until the sun fades and returns me this blight...
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