Shadows, those ever-present creatures Dance upon the wall with misrepresented features Whispers of phantoms, demons without names Playing at your back with their enigmatic games Creeping up behind you with the vilest of intentions Incapable of clinging to your strict dimensions Shrugging off into the night, the sea of concealed fiends Plotting and waiting for the moment and the means And while you slumber in your bed, coalesces about your head Drawing your breath from your chest and edging you closer to your death Until the first rays of dawn appear and scatter them from yon to near ©Rebecca Taylor 2013