In the candlelight
you find a flicker of hope,
and gently tiptoe
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towards the exit
in the wake of deep shadows
that part like oceans.
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Ruby-eyed, they smirk.
The wooden door creaks open .
You shield it - too late!
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The dark consumes you,
and that small flicker of hope
is gone with the wind.
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J. R. Lowe
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Australia.
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Brrr… is it cold in here or is it just you? Seriously.. I need a blanket.