Shadows
Silently, the shadows slink,
Like sable silhouettes,
Across the dusky study walls,
Like splotchy stains of ink
Still wet.
Spying through the slender cracks
Between the closet doors;
Sneaking, skulking, slithering,
Seeping through the floor.
Shadows, sable silhouettes,
Are eating all the light.
Soon they might devour me,
Eclipse my soul eternally,
Till I'm just one more silent shadow
Slinking through the night.
The End
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was posted on Sep 9, 2011 by
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