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[aid] => Mick
[title] => THE DARK
[time] => 2003-10-04 11:35:00
[hometext] => Be careful who you ask for help........
[bodytext] => THE DARK They stood cold and shivering, covered from the rain by the porch. She was soaked in fear and dread, As he fumbled with his torch. The wind was growing stronger, the clouds were moving fast. The night was getting darker, until the batteries worked at last. “So you say it moved very quickly and went down into the cellar?” She nodded to him confirmation Afraid it’s actions proved it clever. “Thought they’d killed the last of them But they show themselves only stronger, If it is, as the prophecy says, the return...... Your peace you’ll know not longer. The days have gone to watch the corn, Sway freshly in the breeze To be replaced by bitter hours As winds stir up dead leaves.” They slowly trod the soaking grass Towards the cellar’s hidden door Nervously he shone the torch On the wooden hatch flat on the floor To the horror of the trembling girl The hatch slowly started to open And then the night was black again As the torch confirmed it was broken She was pushed to the floor, then dragged Her breath was sucked away by her fear Her desperate words weak and trembling, “Please help me, get the light over here!” “Can’t do that, they’re afraid of the dark Please realise all evil has a stem, It’s plain and simple if you think it through,” he sighed - “Somebody has to feed them.” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Manda2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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