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The Calling

Dark musings of my memories,
Occupying my fantasies;
They come to me from all around
To haunt me in my dreams.

I swore that this could never be—
That they would ever get to me;
But now they’re slipping from my dreams
Into reality.

I whisper out into the black
And chilling voices whisper back;
I shield myself from their attack
Under silver moonbeams.

All around I see them leer;
I struggle not to show my fear.
I shut my eyes but still I hear
Their voices calling me.

And now I know I cannot win;
I feel their coldness on my skin.
I stop resisting and give in
As they close in on me.

Then I awaken from my dreams
But in my mind I hear their screams;
And when the moon is full again
They’ll come back, calling me.