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Shadows of Obsidian

Lying stillest of night with questioning eyes
Suspecting that darkness is hiding surprise.
Movement is certainly sensed more than seen,
Twisting in ways that warp the obscene.
 
My gaze, seeking blindly activity’s source,
Focusing finally upon darkness of force.
Shadows’ fright shifting; slipping through walls,
Here in my room as it moves toward the halls.
 
Blackened effervescence of thinly spilt oil
Builds to a simmer, attempting to boil.
Dysfunctional soul sparks sheer obsidian,
Seemingly oblivious to all oblivion...
 
Thoroughly emotionless, hollowed of thought;
Mindlessly droning toward something not sought...

(2013)

A very scary wakeful dream that just won't seem to leave me be...

#Couplet #Dark #QuatrainRhymingSci-fi #Supernatural

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