LADY OF THE NIGHT

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Lady of the night.

So sad.

Drifting through time.

Lost.

Waiting.

Watching.

Alone.

Forever.

WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY

The house sits empty.

Spirits walk the hallways,

waiting for life and sounds

to enter the house again.

Waiting can be pure agony

when you have nowhere else to go.

ONE WINDOW

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One window among many.

One window to the world.

Watching the darkness.

Alone.

Waiting.

Open to the darkness.

Waiting for something.

Or someone.

A WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY

It watches.

It waits.

The sun rises.

Fly away pretty bird.

Take a chance.

Spread your wings.

IN YOUR ARMS

Take me in your arms

as your darkness surrounds me.

Bring me to the outer limits

of your hope and despair.

Delight me with your cold depths,

waiting in the wetness beyond.

THE SUN SETS FOR US

Take me away in the soft breeze.
Let your fingers flow through my hair.
I want to see your warm smile
And hunger for your loving touch.

Time for that is long past.
Victims of the battle we now are.
Hell is waiting for us both.
I can see his boat drifting offshore.​

I will not let him take me.
I want to share paradise with you.
Warm breezes and soft winds
To wrap us tight in its cocoon.

No more glory to be had.
No more wins for our side.
Our losses are steep and many.
The mighty have fallen this night.

The sun sets for this evening.
It has not brought you back to me.
I will wait for all eternity
Until I have you by my side.

HEARTACHE FOR ME

Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.

Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.

I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.

I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.

The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.

But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.

BALL OF DESPAIR

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Artist: Malay Bargali

A ball of despair.

Lost in thoughts.

Drowning in sorrows.

Waiting for help.

All is for naught.

No help comes

For those who wait.

No one will fix us.

No one but ourselves.

HEAVEN’S GATE

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The sky is pink overhead.

I will try to lift my head.

Waves lap at the shore.

I can’t take much more.

I can feel the sand.

Please give me your hand.

I must see this before it’s too late,

And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.

TIME TO PLAY

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Puppet Master 2 (1991)

What do I see at night

when I wake from sleep?

A puppet coming alive,

on the shelf in my room.

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins around.

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one to pulls its strings.

Until it speaks.

In a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

Until it says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

It can’t be.

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching to me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

HIS PLACE

The sun begins to set.

There are scurrying sounds

as the animals prepare for the night.

But the old elephant stands in his place.

He doesn’t need to move.

He has everything he needs

right in front of him.

He keeps a watchful eye

on the other animals.

But he stands in his place.

THE GRIM REAPER

Something is waiting for me.

Outside my front door.

I can sense its presence.

Can it be death?

Am I ready for it?

No one can be ready.

It comes for us when

we are the least prepared.

If I shut the door,

will it go away?

It’s moving closer to the house,

smacking repeatedly against the window.

Bang.

Bang.

I peek out.

A branch from the tree

is waving in the breeze.

This time I was lucky.

What about the next time?

I better be ready.

FACE THE WIND

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

For time to pass.

The world to change.

But day by day.

People come and go.

Live their short lives.

Leaving no change at all.

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ONE WINDOW

One  window among many.

One window to the world.

Looking out to the darkness.

Alone.

Waiting.

Looking out to the darkness.

Waiting for something.

Or maybe someone.

THE CASTLE WAITS

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The castle waits in the cold.

In the deepening snow.

Brutal winds charge against it.

Icicles hang from it.

It holds strong and steady.

It waits for us.

To give us shelter in the storm.