DARKNESS

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Alice Svane

The darkness approaches.

It encroaches.

We’re cocooned in its shell.

Hidden in its depths.

Lost in its silence.

I will close my shutters.

Shut my windows.

But it still enters.

THE END IS HERE

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La Petite Mort II by Cande Rivera ©

They fly against the windows.

Trying to enter the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

THE DEAD GAME

COME HOME TO ME

Source:billionaired

Tall windows to let in the day.

The sun rises and shoots its ray.

I watch people saunter by,

peek into windows up high.

I’m as happy as I can be

to let the world come home to me.

LET THE LIGHT IN

Source:speedingby

My mind is foggy today.

I need to clear the cobwebs.

Throw out the excess garbage.

The bad thoughts.

The worries.

All to the wind.

And think of a pretty place.

Where the birds chirp and play.

Where the mountains soar high.

Where windows bring in the light.

I can lift my face to the sun.

To the beauty of life.

To the smell of grass.

To the puffy white clouds.

I’m there right now.

Come and join me.

RED FLOWS

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Red flows freely.

From the ocean.

Through the town.

Into windows.

Up the stairs.

Into your beds.

It sucks dry.

The innocent.

The sleeping.

It takes all.

For its own.

For its army.

An army from hell.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE COVER OF NIGHT

THE COVER OF NIGHT

Night is settling in.

Shadows cover the small town.

A town preparing for the evening.

The sun hides its face.

The moon turns in glee.

Time for it to shine.

Time for it to be king.

Time for the stars to twinkle.

For the stars to serve him.

The town turns darker.

The winds become colder.

The soft snow begins to freeze.

Ice hangs from the trees.

Frost covers the windows.

All are inside.

All are safe and warm.

From the moon’s games.

Or so they think.

The moon’s fun

has just begun.

Who will be at its mercy?

Who will be left out in the cold?

Don’t let it be you.

Grand Central Terminal

Grand Central Terminal.

There is no other like you.

Keeping the pace through

the calm and the hectic.

Providing light through your

mullioned windows.

The watcher of it all.

The keeper of schedules.

But most of all, 

the keeper of time for those

passing through your lofty gates.

DARK THOUGHTS

1. WATCH THE NIGHT

   

   spectral-insomnia

   Carl Rabus – Spassky Gate in Moscow (detail)

   
   

   The clouds circle around.

   Bringing the moon closer.

   Lighting up the windows.

   Where faces watch the night.

   DARK SHADOWS
2. 

   mortisia

   Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph

   
   

   A castle where spirits walk.

   Darkness hides in corners.

   Old fragrances float in the air.

   Shadows follow without footsteps.

   And sighs fill the empty spaces.

A PRETTY PLACE

Source:speedingby

My mind is foggy today.

I need to clear the cobwebs.

Throw out the excess garbage.

The bad thoughts.

The worries.

All to the wind.

And think of a pretty place.

Where the birds chirp and play.

Where the mountains soar high.

Where windows bring in the light.

I can lift my face to the sun.

To the beauty of life.

To the smell of grass.

To the puffy white clouds.

I’m there right now.

Come and join me.

LET THE WORLD COME TO ME

Source:billionaired

Tall windows to let in the day.

The sun rises and shoots its ray.

I watch people saunter by.

Peek into windows up high.

Nothing can get past me.

I’m free as you can see.

To let the world come home to me.

I’m as happy as I can be.

THE COVER OF NIGHT

THE COVER OF NIGHT

Night is settling in.
Shadows cover the small town.
A town preparing for the evening.
The sun hides its face.
The moon turns in glee.
Time for it to shine.
Time for it to be king.
Time for the stars to twinkle.
For the stars to serve him.

The town turns darker.
The winds turn colder.
The soft snow begins to freeze.
Ice hangs from the trees.
Frost covers the windows.
All are inside.
All are safe and warm.
From the moon’s games.
Or so they think.
For the moon’s fun
has just begun.
Who will be at its mercy?
Who will be left out in the cold?
Don’t let it be you.

THE TERMINAL

Grand Central Terminal.
There is no other like you.
Keeping the pace through
the calm and the hectic.
Providing light through your
mullioned windows.
The watcher of it all.
The keeper of schedules.
But most of all the
keeper of time for those
passing through your gates.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

Haunted houses.
Who doesn’t love them?
When you step inside, the
darkness welcomes you.
It beseeches you to venture
further inside.
Empty rooms covered in dust.
Silence reigns supreme.
Then you see it.
Footsteps in the dust
that aren’t yours.
A wind blows by in a tightly
sealed room.
A soft moaning sound lingers
in the air.
Do you follow the footsteps?
Do you explore further?
The choice is all yours.
Follow your instincts.

WINDOWS TO THE WORLD

Eyes are windows to the world. What lies beneath someone’s eyes? What is he or she thinking? Is he laughing at you or with you? Sometimes you never know.