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posting per request

 

 

 

Another midnight's come and gone.. i wander the house and wonder, if i were to close my eyes, what would there be to see?

it seems, so much, there's no place left.. my only refuge now destroyed, no safe haven within reach, just that i wish would let me be.

there aren't blankets enough for warmth

the shivering cold has gone soul deep

there aren't locks enough to make

safe hiding place in which to creep

check the doors and windows now.. and now choose which book to read, maybe play a game instead, and make a pot of tea

do anything to stall the time.. the ravening bedmonster waits, maybe if i close my eyes, this time they won't see ME?

i am so deathly, deadly tired

yet all that i can do is run

if this is a battlefield..

i fear they've won

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When the rhythmns of body and day

Reach their nadir

Then you need help now

And not later

Lending truth to the old saw

Darkest night before the dawn

When the demon beasts of past seem won

Seek the warmth of friends.

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brings warm soft blankets for both, and joins Wrenwind with a thankful smile

 

*nod* i usually end up sitting at my computer, or curled up at the end of the couch.. generally the only one awake at such ungodly hours, though.. lol

 

might as well post this here to make sense of a line in the previous, though. it still needs some polishing, but the explanation of "the ravening bedmonster" -

 

The monstrous bed is lying there

yawning, awaiting me.

Its warm, enticing breath

wafts over, caressing me,

coaxing me, to come..

come.. come to bed.

When i can resist no longer

i cross the room unwillingly

and carefully lie down.

Pillowed on the waiting ivory,

i pull the tongue up snugly

and lie there

awaiting disaster.

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