Always a voice inside me calls,
when all around the darkness crawls,
I know, I sense, someone is there,
can feel the coldness of their stare
Who has come at this late hour?
into my dreams, for to devour,
I fear they have a hold on me,
or else they come to set me free.
(c) Darren Hawbrook
Blurred Worlds 
Beautiful words.
Thanks Kathryn – thanks for reading!
You are very talented!!!!
Thank you, Ann! Glad you liked it 🙂
Very Nice
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