Bewildering Stories


Neil Brown

Creatures of the night exist,
if not in the streets then in our minds,
to hold us prisoners of the black, indeed--
to shred our souls, to make us dust.
There is no safe reside.
Daylight beings perceive no threats
though dark shadows dance
in back of their eyes.
An evil collected binds them all,
the same dance, the same shadow,
hiding in every one.
They work not to know, to see...
but in their dreams they can feel a terror,
more frightening than death itself can be.

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Copyright 2002 by Neil Brown and Bewildering Stories.