The weight of the day slips out of sight,

No more battles left to fight.

No more voices sharp and loud,

No more needing to make yourself proud.

The hush of night begins to speak,

In whispers soft and silence sleek.

Crickets hum a lullaby tune,

Beneath the quiet silver moon.

No fear remains, no thoughts to keep,

Just the beauty of being asleep.

A drifting heart, a resting soul—

At last, the ni...

Fear is what lies within the wonders

I fear the dark,

Though I don’t fear its thunders

I fear its mark.

The possibilities that cohere with trepidation

The things I see when the lights go out

The endless hours of cognition,

But i have no doubt.

The wonders urge me to discern.

For it’s not my concern,

They are fear—

Waiting near.

They whisper truths I shouldn’t know,

Then vanish into shadow’...

I jolted awake, heart hammering against my ribs, convinced I was still trapped in the nightmare. Or was I?

A voice, thin and reedy like a child's, sliced through the darkness. "Close the door."

My eyes darted around the room, but the blackness was absolute, a suffocating blanket. Panic tightened its grip as I tried to reach for the lamp. My limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Why couldn't I move?

"...

Its light is dark

Its passion is sharp

Its world is fury

Its life is sorry

For the forsaken truth

would be nothing but shattered youth

the lies of the people

would stick like treacle

It can no longer live on

hiding from closing dawn

So down goes its lay

It will never find its worth in play....