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Stalked in Realms

February 1, 2014·the shadowshine years

Sleep is cruel
when pain is near.
When gripped by fear,
let darkness rule.

In dreams of light,
a gilded fraud,
we drift in awe
without our sight.

We wake in dread.
We ache inside.
We cannot hide.
We stare ahead.

Then we recall
the lawless fact:
it will not slack,
it will not pause —

until we sleep.
It starts again
the moment when
we take the leap.

shadowshining · poems by ethank