fear #2…

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sounds in the night
those
like
someone
moving around
oh it’s
just
the house settling
or
the wind
but it’s
a windless night
so
sounds
without
a logical explanation
quickly
convert
to those
childhood stories
oh
not the fairytales
but
the ones told
by
cantankerous uncles
engaged
in
scaring
the bejesus
out of
over confident teens
young males
whose
alpha status
is being tested
by
a group
of
old men
holding court
in
gramma’s old house
where
they too
first learned
the stories
now embellished
to
fit the times
and
of course
with the knowledge
that
the feral cats
always
wander around
this
time of night

lost…

the uncles
would say
that the spirits
walked upon
the earth at night
touching you
when your fears
became too great
they said
you could tell
when they were near
for the hounds
would cry
with voices not their own
voices of men
or women
who had been
prisoners upon this earth
chained to their days
in the fields of fear
beaten with whips
of promises of things to come
in the afterlife
streets of gold
virgin brides
eternal peace
but none
are real
they are but
passing glances
from an unrequited love
glances that led these souls
into the darkness of belief
where the only light
is from the embers of their souls
an embers
not bright enough
to show the way
home