I don't think we are afraid of the dark.
No, more of what it so effortlessly conceals.
An unforeseeable threat lurking in the infinite darkness.
It plays a sly little waiting game,
Like an opponent anticipating the move of a chess piece,
Sure to be the next tragic victim...
Until,
Checkmate.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
I don't think we are afraid of the dark.
No, more of what it so effortlessly conceals.
An unforeseeable threat lurking in the infinite darkness.
It plays a sly little waiting game,
Like an opponent anticipating the move of a chess piece,
Sure to be the next tragic victim...
Until,
Checkmate.
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