CHARCOAL NIGHTS

I wrap myself around everyone�s sleeping forms
I am in every dark corner, hiding in the creases of your clothes
I feed on your fears and your sorrow
I love to dance away from the light,
A never-ending game of hide-n-seek
I have no one to call my own
No true home, no pillow to rest my head
I have a voice that can charm you,
Pull you away from the light
And into my realm,
The charcoal night.

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Written as a class assignment - grade 8, Language Arts, 2001-2002.