First, silence.
Blinded light slips through
Cracks in the window.
Inhale with inspiration,
And allow
Darkness to sweep through
With the midnight haze,
Alone.
Let go.
Now, another,
Though not quite quiet
Wave washes sullen solitude,
Fanning candles of the past,
Sparkling eyes and a hint of a grin.
The world becomes content with two,
An embrace of companionship.
But, the third,
The dirty third,
Snatching still calm,
Consuming night and
Breaking balance.
Sneering and snarling,
While they tremble and cower,
It takes a place amongst them
As they gradually
Become the beast
They always
Despised.
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