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Come Out To Playby Nicholas John Streetthe window is black, a cold light reflects nothing is seen beyond on the opposite wall, a makeshift altar on it are two candles made of wood before them kneels the beast from outside the window comes the voices of children laughing, taunting. "look", they laugh, "he's worshipping candles that give off no light!" and the beast's rage boils he runs at the window snarling his face contorted in anger, hatred a bluff of course, he can see nothing outside "Oh how scary!", laugh the children an image flashes through his mind of playing and laughing in the light the contorted face softens to confusion half-thoughts grope in the mind-mist through a familiar room, made instantly strange "the light that was my light is darkness..." "all I knew is all that is here..." "and there is nothing here....but lies" the confused face becomes yearning hidden deep in the heart of the beast a forgotten child tentatively reaches out tries to peer into the silent blackness his hand touches nothing but unfeeling glass |
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