Dark Corners Watching
By sidewinder
Reflections touch like voices forgotten distant in an echo of time, Yet... in that dream shadows rage lost behind the sanity, A calm appearance touches in sight, But... What remains? Dark corners watch for their chance, Silent.... Patient.... Waiting.... to the essence of the madness omnipotent in their delirium, Hear those whispers in the night? Mischievous in their laughter. March 30, 2001 Written December 31st, 2001 © on Jun 02 2002 05:06 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn dark
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"Reflections touch..."