The crying, dying, howling of the night craves, chokes and makes me disappear from the light.
I run, I run with fearing might but darkness wins and diminishes light. I scream, I fight not to be taken by the night, but it holds tight and takes my opportunity to take flight.
This is what happens in the darkness of the night, when light is absent, it howls, it chokes, it chokes you tight but never fight the darkness for she is the howling in the night.
Melvyn Mohan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childish-dreams-2/
