It lurks through the night.
Keeps you stiff necked to your bed.
Sweating in fear, you pray.
“God hear my prayer for I am scared.”
The curtains rustle and blow.
The winds are screaming to come in through the window pane.
“What could the winds want,” you wonder.
You sit trembling in the dark.
Your forehead beating with sweat, your entire body shaking, your entire body cold.
The cold of a dead ghost, stroking the forearm of the trembling foe.
The feeling of the stroke are, are one may call icy.
The icy ping of many frozen spider legs crawling across your forearm.
Waking up sweating. Feeling around for what you thought was a nightmare.
The curtains are still blowing, the wind still howling, but the sun is shinning.
The day can now go on.
Darkness is found everywhere, it is not just found at night. That is why we should not judge the night by it’s darkness.-CD