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 The Darkness Within


I was walking through a castle
One dark and stormy night,
Candle operas hung on the walls
All lit up down a long corridor.

I'm not sure of what brought me here,
But something or someone was calling out to me.

I started venturing into different rooms
On either side of me.

I opened a door and something
Seemed to be pulling me into depths unknown.

I reached for a candle opera
And grabbed it off the wall beside me.

Once I got into the room,
I took the light I had and
Shone it by the wall looking
For a light switch.

I found one, flicked it on
And there was nothing.

My light went out,
I was left in complete darkness.

I started feeling my way along the wall,
Looking for the door I came in.
The walls felt slimey.

I ran my hands up and down
The slime filled walls,
Until I could feel just a small opening.
I heard the grinding of rocks beside me,
I must have stumbled upon a secret passageway.
I slowly made my way toward the opening.

Suddenly,
I fell into a hole in the floor.
I landed with a loud thud.
I looked up and seen a beam of light
Down the corridor ahead of me.
Thinking it was a candle opera, I decided to check it out.

I heard someone chanting.
Who was it?
I wasn't sure.
Then...
A loud shriek echoed through the dark corridor.

I reached the end of the corridor
And in front of me stood a sorceress,
Surrounded by a shield of light.

I was turning around to run,
When I heard her say,
"Come to me my child."

I felt myself levitating off the floor.

I couldn't do anything to escape her grasp.

My fingernails scraped the walls.

I was facing her.

Her eyes glowed a crimson red.

I was too scared to say anything.

She was speaking to me in tongues,
But I couldn't understand what she was saying
I'm pretty sure she was casting a spell.

I suddenly fell to the floor.

I couldn't move.

My body felt empty and lifeless.

She was pure evil.

The room was spinning around me.

Suddenly....
I woke up in a cold sweat in my own bed.

That was one hell of a nightmare.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.19/2004


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