Called into the Shadows

Just a thought!

Final grains of sand, deplete an empty hour glass

Pendulums in the clock, marking time no more

An oil lamp flickers it's last burning ember,

While refracted light fades the room into darkness

The air becomes void, all thought, filled with silence

For a fleeting moment, Time stands still...

         And a shadow whispers your name.


  by Barry Anderson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Called into the Shadows"