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Night comes and lays waste to the day

I have hidden myself

Not to breach the opening across the room

This marks the beginning

This is what I assume



As shadows cast through the windows

Flickering from the clouds crossing the moon

I slip slowly into my bed

Comfort is less noticeable

But the sights and sounds are more distinguishable  



I further long for the comfort of a friendly voice

To be enveloped by the touch of a loved one …



Forever remembered as I recall the tales

That took refuge in the place where I dwell



Beasts wait patiently for me to sleep

Demons hover above to see me weep

Things that give proof

Sit upon every shelf in my room

Which soon will be my tomb



All things linger

Between these walls

Conjured in my thoughts

Never let me be

Careful to close my eyes when I go to sleep



One light left

So I can stare

To pass peaceful without a care



A heavy stillness looms

In the darkness of my room

Wait silently for a friend

For if their late I might be dead

Or sleeping peacefully in my bed