The Roaming Things

Strange nights I cannot sleep, stranger thoughts stay preying on my mind :) welcome relief from the mundane to be sure.

Have you ever lain in bed on a cold wet night and heard the wind in the trees? The occasional strong gust throwing soft supple limbs high into the cloud fogged sky, rustling tumbling sounds in the dark cold air. Then you've heard the sounds of the beasts, vast and terrible they are, not quite of this world nor wholly quite of any other. Their titanic bulk pushing against the limbs of the trees, their frigid, lifeless breath casting aside so carelessly those leaf laden boughs. They roam clumsily through the dark these great and terrible beasts. Silently save for the trees. The only thing separating you from their world, a world of darkness and horror, but of adventure and colourful dreams too, is a thin pane of glass. Shielding you from the cold clutching terror of the dark. Have you ever been brave enough to glimpse at those otherworldly things that roam in the pitch of night? Their broad shoulders brushing the heavens and strange faces lost in the mist. Limbs greater than pines stretching up into clouded infinity. Listen now, to the rumbling roar of the wind, the pat patterning of a thousand honey sweet drops and you'll know I say is true. Great and terrible things are out there. Wonderful terrible things.