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Nighttime Company
Contributed by
xHeathenx
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Tuesday, 6th January 2015 @ 06:11:51 AM in AEST
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There was a man sitting at a table
Penning words in a darkened ink
His hand writing with an urgency
For he had not long to use this voice
His hand made lovely penmanship
Dancing swirls and shapely curves
Delicate as the voice he spoke
Gently commanding attention
Unfamiliar foreboding tones
Had gently reached his ear
Pulling his head up away
As his hand ceased its work
He lay the pen down, and gazed around
Soft whispers echoing in his mind
A lit lamp resting upon the table
Dancing was the flame inside
He noticed a peculiar behavior
A sort of jerk to its routine
A wave to and fro oft'
Followed by a brief dim
The flame would shrink half its size
Then return with utmost speed
Jerking more frequently
As the windows joined in sync
Vibrating occasionally
Humming ever-so softly
His shadow twirled and swirled
Bent and crept around the room
The whispers gained volume
Began to be more clear
They spoke of an impending visit
One that he knew not to fear
He had been expecting a visit
Now for quite some time
He was actually quite prepared
For he knew it was now to come
His kettle began to call
Sounding ready for the drinks
Those that he would serve
To the three of his guests
The drinks were poured in glass
While the man held his place
Waiting patiently for the whispers
To announce the new arrival
A sudden extinguish to the flame
Hard crack in the window's pane
A loud whisper coming from
Within the newly blackened room
The darkness was soon cut short
My the man lighting mystic torch
Which filled the room eldritch green
And illustrated the changes of the scene
Three humanoid silhouettes now stood
Just feet beyond light's reach
The mysterious expected company
To take their place upon the table
They had seated and looked at him
Now each of them clearly show
Signs of decay and decompose
Each of the faces that he greeted
Three skulls glow softly green
And three pairs of boney hands
Joined and reached for the man's
As he took two into his own
They now shared many words
Some loving, scolding, and even praise
They spoke of times of old
And even of times to come
For hours they regaled
Before parting their own ways
Another visit planned soon to come
As the man now needs rest
They held one another close
And shared kind farewells
Kindest hearts and sweetest souls
See not death to be the end of love
Copyright ©
xHeathenx
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2015-01-06 06:11:51]
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Re: Nighttime Company
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 7th January 2015 @ 10:02:16 PM AEST
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Very powerful and jam packed ( in a good way)
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Re: Nighttime Company
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by Odessa19 on
Wednesday, 14th January 2015 @ 11:30:16 PM AEST
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The first part of this reminds me a lot of the book "What Dreams May Come," when the main character has yet to accept his fate and is between living and beyond.
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