Moonlight.

Twilight.

Night is falling.

Darkness is calling.

The familiar whisper of your name.

Slipping into it's velvety abyss.

Familiar,yet terrifying bliss.

Brief moments where reality can cease to exist.

Nightmares, some may say.

Or perhaps, mere skeletons in your closet have come to play.

Daylight, the few hours or sanctuary for the tired and weary.

Darkness shall visit again in egregious fury.

Thus a delirious state.

The realm of dreams.

Darkness feeds from internal screams.

Your fears, an open journal.

Pages curled and forlorn.

Darkness adorned in claws and thorn.

Scratching at your very soul.

Coming to even the score, or settling in for another night.

Night frights.

Bad dreams.

Some may very well be reality.

Your morality, a tragic fatality.

Darkness traces the sheen on your brow.

Leaning in to capture your next terrified scream.

Be cautious what you label a mere dream.

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