The light mingled
In an uneasy penumbra
Heightening the ominous
Interplay of shadows.
The mist writhes around
Encircling my position
Wrapping me in a blanket
That is uncomfortable.
Stealthy whispers creep
Stuttering and stammering
Causing unconscious unease
To echo through my mind.
Bitter fear assaults
My undeveloped palate
I can never develop
A taste for trepidation.
I see the dawn arriving
Blistering red and yellow
Identifying my fears
And shepherding them away.
The first four lines came to me in bed before I drifted off to sleep. Like all people with a memory like mine, I keep a pen and paper beside the bed. If I didn't write it down, I'd either promptly forget it, or spend the next hour lying awake attempting not to forget it, only to wake up and realize that I have forgotten it. So, I took the lines and did the old "I've got one of the senses, so let's do the other four" trick. I extended the ominous theme, with the "ray of sunlight" ending to provide a "happy ending". Too many clichés? I think it works.
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