creak of the limb of
the tree in the night,
fright of the mind of
the things out of sight
shape of the beast of
a horrifying creation
lurks in between in the
late hour's imagination
frail cries are stifled as
a trembling body falters,
visions of torture as
states of sanity are altered
taste blood in the mouth
but the blood is not there,
sharp pains in the flesh
but the flesh is unaware
who comes forth? what
dreaded trespasser surprises?
how these eyes deceive me
with trickery and disguises
what's born next to conquer?
what phantom rings the bells?
these echoing chimes haunt
with discordant tones that tell
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