I peeked down the corridor and there within I saw Nothing. Utter dark and null devoid of bright or dull. Recoil'd not I from the drear' in holding back childish fear. Of the Dark
My ear it crept closer still towards the sound of zilch and nil, nothing. Vacuous silence, drumming steady absence. Tempted by the resting rhythm - absent metre and system. . Deepest cold pierces the nose out of shadow its scent arose, Nothing. Faint eau de toilette, an odourless silhouette. Made curious to explore beyond what was heard or saw.
Impatience tipped my tongue caution begging to be flung, No More - ravenous nether thirsting night tide aether. Mouth salivates and perspires, drowning in the lightless mire.
At last - I am one and none, for I the darkness has come, Senses suspended: sound, sight, scent, taste, now touch the night. No I nor we - no more ... Solemn stately corridor, Of the dark.