The things that I told you of are here
Things I spoke of in hushed whispers
Lest they become aware.
These things in the corners of my vision
Beckon me with wispy tendrils
Calling me to the darkness they infest.
Slinking forms slide across my walls
Watching me with cool malice
And yet they offer only temptation
And the shadow of a threat.
Do I go to them?
Do I heed their ancient summons?
For now, I resist.
But one night, I fear soon,
I may partake
And plunge into that unknown void.
They know this, they feel it,
Their chilled breath washes o’er my skin
As slumber overtakes me.
And they wait
Lurking in the edges of my eyes
For opportunity or my willing descent?
I suppose I shall find out.
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