Surfacing before I can encounter
What evilness came seeping through the dark
My lips dare almost speak, almost offer
Up the wicked sound of what you are.
The essence of it burns instead. Pure fear
Keeps me stiffly silent in your hour.
Each shape, a second coming, as I stare
At thicknesses and movements in the night
I close my eyes a moment and you're here
The moon's a pierced letting go of light
Curtains swoon like ghosts upon a hill
The shadows part and hiss, then take to flight
You have your way, for I have not my will.
All is finally over. Over. Still.
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