Hi there! Please enjoy this poem that I wrote this evening.
The light has faded from the sky,
And all the world is in shade of grey, like
Shadows lingering on the earth, dark
Silhouettes of all that was in day delightful but now,
Distorted, out of form, twisted and unmade
Into phantoms and shapes, unlit by stars and
Streaked with spotlights from the moon between the clouds that
Swirl across the darkening sky.
Hush; listen to
The whispers of the wind, for it shall tell you
Many a secret of the night, close
Your ears if you do not wish to hear what
You already know by sight,
That the witching hour has come, the familiar all is gone,
And we are now in the lost places between the walls,
The cracks between the cupboards,
The space between the worlds, the masked unknown
Terrors of the mind personified
In the blackness of the night;
Close your eyes and hope
For pleasant dreams;
Do not linger here – who knows
What thoughts may come?
A Teacup Full of Stories 