Wrote this for school. I thought I'd share.
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Like a pen in timid hands
Held on edge, squeezing tight-
Ink clouds eyes, vision banned
Quench for the dying light.
Shadows wake; groan and rise-
Their thin veil like a gauntlet.
When rafters creak, small dreams devise
Nightmares and all that haunt it.
The fear pounds in many a mind
Inner demons who
At midnight’s fall are quick to find
What’s yet untouched by dew.
There are those who dread the dark
And some who seek to find it.
Embrace the time before the lark.
Ink loves those who don’t bind it.
