The shadow of the night.

The dark shadows have swarmed, a mist of emptiness hangs heavily as the demons from my dreams march up and down before my eyes. The outside Street lights have been plunged into darkness, a heavy damp void taps at the window begging to come inside. The ghostly ticking clock counting the grains of sand as the shadows move to its beat. That energy snaking through the forgotten corners unseen, edging ever closer, ever closer.

Karen Hayward ©2016


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