Nothing moves
Yet still there is no silence
A darkened room
Magnifies sound through
A lens of sable uncertainty.

Each minute brings
A new terror.
The night closes in
Heavy, oppressive,
A hidden monster's breath

Then a familiar noise
Harsh gale against the window
Yet does it hide
Those other sounds
That come from deep, dark shadow?

The window shakes
And I shake also
For I know the truth
That when the light is gone
It is the time of Those Between.

In those brief moments
When the wind drops, suddenly,
It catches them unawares
The chittering voices from the walls
Raise sweat, though my body has no heat.

And when they come after dawn
And see me lying stiff and cold
Will they then say, "At least it was a peaceful way to go."
Will they hear Those Between, their harsh and mocking calls?
Will they hear my soul as it screams within the walls?



Penned by my hand on the 24th of Daedalan, in the year 391 AF.