It was not a dream or waking so much as a stilling of life
As my body failed to respond
And the specter glided from the closet crack
Thin and pliable like the shadow of a reed
Yet, I sensed it could rend me limb from limb
It moved about the room, ignoring my frozen plight
Through force of will my eyes were moved
Noting time ticked back and forth
Sharing my fear of moving forward
For all the night, I stayed in bed
Glued beneath my sheets as the phantom roamed
Inspecting all I owned and sniffing at the shadows
Until the sun peeked through the window slats
Driving the ghast back into the darkness
Leaving marks of shadow upon all it touched
Legends of Windemere 
Reblogged this on Danielle Taylor and commented:
This guy has a way with words. And if you’ve not grabbed a copy of Legends of Windemere: Beginning of a Hero, um…. hello? Do it now! 😀
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Whoa! Love this one man!
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Thanks. All off the top of my head.
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Very nice poem, Charles. A little scary too… 🙂
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Thanks. The prompt was the first line of the poem and it just screamed scary.
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Skeeeery! “Sharing my fear of moving forward
For all the night, I stayed in bed
Glued beneath my sheets as the phantom roamed
Inspecting all I owned and sniffing at the shadows
Until the sun peeked through the window slats”
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Would you believe I did that with a playful, laughing toddler next to me? Doesn’t really make sense, does it?
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Muse does not stop even for the follies of toddlers LOL
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Love it!!!!
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