Some shadow descended from the attic
It had the same presence as an old dying wolf
descending on us the lost children
The remains of last millenia
Clinging to that mother's hand
to that familiar soft toy
Some shadow haunts the stairs
It makes complete sense
the inevitability of it all
A cloud whose blurry thunder plagues youth
somehow unthwarted that shadow comes down
Hungry to know the human dramas
The difference between sibling and parents
Friendships astray the conflict key to estrangement
Sense of unease descending
Something else stirs something opposed
existing to swallow the wretchedness
It serpents inbetween the thin space
Between doors
passing upward to find its way
To the head of the cruel mist descending
Icicle fangs and hollow eyes
It ties itself up in the mist
biting into it absorbing it
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