It whispers through the trees
On a breeze that's fresh and light.
Flames flicker fitfully
As it passes through the night.
Dogs go strangely quiet
As it gently drifts on by,
And people turn in their sleep
In the wake of its sigh.
It weaves,
Meandering to and fro,
As if on some dark quest,
Never pausing,
'Til at last,
It finally comes to rest.
It hovers briefly above the child,
Who stirs and murmurs low,
Then, with almost a caress,
The babe's enveloped in its glow.
The child draws breath
And sucks in death,
A vague smile darkens its face.
And a distant rumble celebrates
A new host - the Human Race.
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Dark Places
ParanormalI am Death. I know who you are... There is darkness and madness in each of us. We must do battle with our own demons. But... What if those demons opened the door in the back of your mind and stepped out. What if they became real? If the night, the s...
