The darkness is coming by Bernadette Barnes have you ever heard the voice of the darkness as it whispers sweet entreaties in the night have you trembled at the fearful thought that there may be no retuning of the light down and down you slowly slip away into the ever widening gulf of the abyss caressed by the velvet hand of terror and anointed by the devil’s frigid kiss trapped in the web of sleeplessness longing for the pale pink light of dawn but somehow inky midnight clings and cloys as the waking nightmare goes on and on then when all trace of hope has vanished and your soul knows you will never survive a golden sun crests the distant horizon and you are shocked to find you are alive so you rise and set out to face the world but still the darkness speaks in dulcet tones keeping you trapped in its firm and icy grip as it deftly whimpers and softly moans then you know that this time will be lost to you though you may walk in the sunshine all day for you ...
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