Songs rang through the night, raising everyone’s spirits
It made the darkness come alive with magical moments
No one was ever going to forget it for the rest of their lives
Given that the ghosts were slaughtering all those that lived, their memories didn’t have to last for long.
Punished at the speed of thought
As her mental sea exploded with wave after wave
Intensity so high she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth
Nerves fried, she fled into the oblivion of darkness hoping to find relief
Now, now is the time to strike back
Igniting the passions of the oppressed
Giving the darkness a soul of fire and destruction
Hell’s gates have broken, and we are not going back
To our oppressors, flee. We will do more than just go bump in the …
Given she was down at least a pint and a half of blood
Really, she should be passed out on the ground
Instead, she looked the creature in the eye and growled
That’s what finally broke the monster and it fled into the darkness
Cloaked in her beloved darkness, she shivered with excitement
As she peered over her city, watching those far below
Putting fear in the hearts of those trying to hide in the night
Enabling her to sense her prey
Watching the sun make its escape as it sinks beneath the horizon
Everything becomes more magical in that twilight moment
Snippets and whispers of other realms peek from beyond the veil
That opportunity sets as darkness brings down the curtain
Words dribble out of my fingers
Raw unfiltered fragments of imagination
Incandescent with flashes of brilliance
Though often followed by long droughts of darkness
Engulfing everything in shades of mediocrity
Flames leapt from the cylinder illuminating the darkness
Leaving Charlene blinded as she stood still among the dancing white flakes
All she could think about in that moment was the story of the little match girl
Realizing that she was going to reprise the main lead role unless there was a Christmas miracle
Every year after, Charlene would leave out a hot toddy and peanut butter cookies because… well they were his favorite
How can you open your eyes every morning
Only to find so much darkness around you
Pushing you further into despair
Evict those thoughts since you can create light and let it shine
So everyone turned to Clarice after Bob’s anonymous claim of infidelity
His smug smile staining the words even more
As Clarice’s spirit dimmed further under her friends’ looks of surprise and horror
Didn’t they understand the darkness she lived in?
Everyone should have a chance of finding a bit of sunlight, shouldn’t they?
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