The Ballet Of Shadows (Poems And Short Stories Collection)

What Lurks

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     A period of quiescense approaches as all light fades to the predicted period of the absence of light. The once bright corners of the room fill with the ominous blankets of darkness.

     Those eyes you feel piercing through your soul. You think you have been struck by a bout of paranoia? What if not? The eyes of malevolence may be peering, the claws of the wicked may be pricking. In the blanket of darkness, would you dare to check?

     Maybe so. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of the illusive only to dismiss it as an illusion. What is reality is chalked to fiction and the illusive malevolence lurks on.

     Maybe one day you will wake up to see it. Clearly enough to debunk illusions. Clearly enough to see the malevolence in its hate-filled stare and the pricking of its malignant claws. Only then will you witness the full bearings of what lurks here in the darkest of corners.

     But you may also never see it. It may plot your demise, the shadow of progress stretches out towards its final goal. The malign may never be seen. Only to continue to peer with hatred. Only to lurk on.