Oct. 7, 2010
The screams of hollowing winds tear through thy ears
As the sounds of thousands rumbling horses momentarily coheres
T’is when one hides under the mantle of thickly covered sheets
With only a snout jutting as all courage fleets
The wretched winds clawed the roofs
And the rain fogged the panes, as if darkness is not already aloof
The table’s lantern flickers as if to give
Blackest pupils peer at the moving shadows, demons fictive.
For it is only by the night do these wicked things appear
Sudden and unforeseen; if only those white furs can hide thy fears.
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