Shadows

As shadows drifted nearer
'Neath my ceiling they roam.
I screamed in my nightmare
While the lifeless blacks moan.
The illusions seemed so true
My thought and saneness they stole.

The shadows uttered secrets
In rustles close to silence;
Of esoteric occults, I feared to know
Even in broad day-light sense.
With dreadful shapes and changing forms
They kept swarming all over the place.

As the candles blew the light away
The demons filled the sky,
Could still feel their presence
In my insane mind, they fly.

-A
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