The night begins.... 

I hear the creeping footsteps now, but none are mine or friend or foe,They circle ‘round me, always close, their whispers swell and grow and grow.Shapes emerge in flickered light, tall and gaunt, with hollowed eyes,They lean toward me, silent threats beneath the bloodless skies.I try to run, but legs refuse, trapped in the web of fear and dread,The path consumes me bit by bit—no end, no light, no voice to tread.     

        ~ Ruchita