What Lies in the Dark

What lies in the dark
Is twisted and bent.
Eerily creeping,
-Wandering-
Hiding.

In corners we dare not seek,
Whispering malice unto unconscious thought.

A pale entity
-Moulded- Shoved into blackened crevices,
Those which fearful minds choose to obscure.

What hides in the dark
Is a hollowed shadow.
Lurking,
-Gnawing-
Feasting.

on slices,
-Pieces of essence- left to descend t’wards it’s black, hollow crypt.

A chained beast,
-Performing-
Isolated in it’s own gothic circus.
At the mercy of a master, oblivious to it’s existence.

What dies in the dark
Is broken and weak.
Crawling,
-Crying-
A writhing mass of shattered bones
And scattered flesh.

Born to fear the light
That which many beings
of varying form or plight

Have found comfort in.

-Nessie Roswell