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Eerie and Dark, Cold against the night sky This place I must now call my home... Lonely and silent, it shuns even time, Just to stand here completely alone... Do I dare to come in, with my lighthearted steps? Should I cower in fear of its wrath? How I shiver as gently this candle I light Guide my steps, let this be the right path... Shadows dance as I move forward into the halls The winds warn me please to beware... My steps echo loudly against the dark walls I hear breathing.."Is somebody there??" A blast of cold air answers me in a rush! I gasp as I fall on the floor.. My fingers fall into the tiniest hole, Before my eyes, opens a door... Through its frame I must step, in the black of the dark My candle the weakest of flames.. Down the steps laid before me, "Shhhh, be still!" my heart, Down into..."Did I hear my name??" Inside the mist creeping up on the stairs, Swirls the echoing whisper I hear I am chilled to the bone, I can feel something stare, My mind races as something draws near... I feel faint as I cling to the wall so alive, With the damp, and the dark, and the night. "Keep me safe?", O dark stones from whatever does come, Cold wind comes to blow out my light.... One last step and I'm here-the mist covers my feet I can see by the light of the moon.. Soft footsteps approach.. now I see a dark form, Could this place that I'm in be a tomb? I turn and I'm faced with the greenest of eyes, A stranger who's dressed all in black.. He looks through me, my candle falls down to the floor, With one touch, I can never go back....... Familiar, the cape that has closed all around me, As I'm stretched backward over his arm.. Familiar, the fire that now runs through my veins, I will ever live here in his charms.. I cling ever tightly as I'm growing weak.. In a swoon I sink down to the floor.. Lifted up, in a pair of the strongest of arms.. In these arms I will stay...... ...Evermore.... Journal Of Regina Dawson Courtesy of: Claymore Hall and Dawson Manor All Rights Reserved... Dark Writings
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