Tendrils of the Undulating Dark As through some whispered reverie From some shadow-laden origins, Ghastly sights wore upon my mind, As I laid in bed, solitary and alone Such, that rest was not found. In these quiet hours, between states Dreaming and conscious, it was That the very shadows in my room Sprang very much alive and danced And my breath was stolen by the sight. Some acted out dramas of the day Others reveal my own darkest desires In their frenzied interactions on my walls And I, paralyzed by fear and curiosity, Must have surely fallen into dreaming then. For the shadows became etched faces Both known, and unknown to me And those faces became aged bodies, And those bodies became diverse, massive crowds And I was lost, and alone, among them.
Tendrils of the Undulating Dark
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