When Night Comes

A hand reaches out

From beyond all beyonds

Shades of blackness

Chasing life

Outside the veil

A whisper of envy

Dances across her pillows

And even with eyes closed

She sees the beast


A battle gathers

In the growing darkness

And within her sleeping form

Fires are stoked

Until they are ready

To burst out

Into cleansing fire

Purifying souls

Salting the earth

With every step

She takes

Until she becomes

The terror in the night

The hunter

Of monsters ~ Caroline A. Slee

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