What Waits There

What waits there
Along the byway
Wayward souls
Or kindred lights

Don't focus
Or they may follow

Vision blinded
Always seeking
Beyond the veil
Hold passions close

Don't reveal
Or they may claim

Once they spoke
In the deep quiet
Silenced now
During the long sleep

Don't move
Or they will wake

Don't fear
For what waits there
In the fresh dark
Is imperfect








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