Darkness filled more than the sense of sight
Sounds enhanced
The echoes of night
Heartbeat raced
With the feelings of fright
An icy cold wind
With an icy cold bite
Shivers
And jitters
And a nervous laugh
A ghostly whisper
A terrifying rasp
Darkness beyond
Where the dreams come from
Hidden behind some sombre song
A euphoric cackle cut through the night
As darkness surrounded the sense of sight
The Mansionic Perspective 
The days are creeping closer Tom… Loved your poem. ‘Darkness Beyond- where the dream comes from’… Indeed… 🙂
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It’s November now, so after next month the days will start to get longer again.
Time keeps us on our toes, Sue, doesn’t it? 😀
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Time is escaping me more and more 🙂
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You and me both, Sue! 🙂
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Darkness and light are both sides of the same coin, without one you cannot know the other.
God Bless my friend: There is more truth out there than you know. 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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Oh, I know, Prenin… more of the real truth, anyway! 😉 😀
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Ah yes…that would be like it was last night in the early hours when the light bulb blew on my way to the bathroom…you sum it up very nicely Tom 😅
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There’s truth somewhere in there, Icewolf… sometimes, it is rather more hidden than others, but it’s there. Somewhere… 🙂
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