Shadows define my existence.
The putrid odor of dank,
damp stone rules my world.
I wait,
quietly,
patiently.
This perversely dark labyrinth,
endlessly wandered
in search of escape.
I crave to be released into the
world of the living once again.
Even after uncounted years,
the excruciating thrill of feeling
an innocent life drain away haunts me.
The smell of fear,
of life essence dissipating,
lingers in my nostrils
like the delicate scent of…
…of panicked sweat.
Breath quickens as I hear precious sounds,
a click,
a creak,
the cry of an ancient hinge.
Do they know?
Oh, they shall…
Free at long last
to roam the misty moors,
the dark woods,
the silent, sleepy homes.
You shall know me.
I will speak your name
from the darkness of your peaceful slumber.
As softly as a bird’s heartbeat,
I will whisper in your ear.
You’ll think it to be a dream,
yet it shall become reality
for one brief moment in time.
One glorious moment in time!!
Your choked screams,
mingled with my laughter,
echo across the night.
Eyes wide with stark recognition…
You shall know my face.
Reflected from the moonlit mirrors
of your midnight shadows.
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Eeek!!! *runs away into the shadows*
