We know death is out there somewhere and that we'll have to meet it one day. The question and the fear always revolves around the 'when' of the meeting.
The shadow is always waiting
The draft of its suction
A wind that drags at me
It dances for my eyes
Flexing taut muscles
Sinuous and flowing
Hypnotic, mesmerizing
It exudes a scent
That sets my skin on edge
Quivering for its touch
It mimics moisture
And succulence
And salivation begins
I’m like Pavlov’s dogs
Can you hear it?
It’s whispering again
Making me promises
And it won’t stop
Until I’ve gone down to death.
SMT 11/15/01
Pray for the light. Pray that you last that long. The Long Hour Before Light is a classic collection of Horror tales, re-mastered by Champagne Book Group
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
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