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Fleeting memories half glimpsed Pop in, pop out, like little imps. LIGHT! Bright heavenly light chases away The heavy night. Small forms Step and creep, Filling the chamber where I sleep. I am borne upward and out, In their arms I begin to shout, then...nothing. EYES! Large black staring eyes Pierce my soul and spy. A brooding Presence sits, Deep in my soul it festers and spits. My greatest fears and desires Spill out for them to acquire, then...nothing. VOICES! They tell me I'll be unaware, Their visit is merely a nightmare. I have become their marionette-and that, That I will never forget. I am filled with longing, yet dread For the day they return to my bed, then...nothing. I come awake with a start. I hear the pounding of my heart. Wrapped in blankets like a cocoon, I look around my familiar room. I remember dreaming of a light, and riding with The Gods of the night.
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC
The Gods of the Night
Fleeting memories half glimpsed Pop in, pop out, like little imps. LIGHT! Bright heavenly light chases away The heavy night. Small forms Step and creep, Filling the chamber where I sleep. I am borne upward and out, In their arms I begin to shout, then...nothing. EYES! Large black staring eyes Pierce my soul and spy. A brooding Presence sits, Deep in my soul it festers and spits. My greatest fears and desires Spill out for them to acquire, then...nothing. VOICES! They tell me I'll be unaware, Their visit is merely a nightmare. I have become their marionette-and that, That I will never forget. I am filled with longing, yet dread For the day they return to my bed, then...nothing. I come awake with a start. I hear the pounding of my heart. Wrapped in blankets like a cocoon, I look around my familiar room. I remember dreaming of a light, and riding with The Gods of the night.
stuart-lee
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC
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