The Power of 3
Compels you to me

The time is now, in the darkest hour of night
Not a glimmer or shimmer
Is allowed
During this momentuous moment of twilight.
The shadows hang with gloom, trapped inside the room.
When there, here, everywhere, I hear a tapping and a scratching and a clicking and a ticking.
I lay still,
"Uuuuuhhh-aaaaaaaaaahhh"
I sound as I breathe.

I stay still as a cat, scared in my mind way in the back,
The clacking and the tacking stops as sudden as it began,
(like a fatal attack)
For in this room, the Moon beams came, shining through the window, pale blue light sharing justice to the insane and ravenous and tormented souls,
Full of woe, they are cast into the corners,
Away from me, for I am beside the window.
The Light is light, and like a feather, floats on by.
Still, I am still,
As a freezing fear gags my hope,
I try to cry out,
But I cannot.
I try to scream,
But with panic I am frought......