She sleeps with the light on what elce can be done? For the demons of her mind the battle's already won. Though to the depths she keeps them walls bult to keep them in, even in this glaring light they look up with a grin. But still in every corner every shadow and 15 feet a bulb must be shining brightly or she'll never get to sleep. In the trees and by the creek, on the grassy hill, at the barn and in the yard until morning she'll leave it burning still. And it's not about what's out there. The silent deer and stalking fox. Her fear is of the inside things the things already here more than the thing that's not. Her heart pounds like horses hooves over rocky ground. It clops and tromps and stumbles but she can't make a sound. She's sitting in her fortress, all the time alone, and as she sits and trembles her sole is dropping like a stone. Terror snags at her breath and the light blinks on and off and as her eyes fade away her heart finally stops. Darkness falls like a well worn coat and for a moment no one breaths then as our eyes adjust to it we can begin to see. The lamps and stands loom lifeless sparkless in the sky, just as the quit mistress, the light's begun to die. And up above the trees and hills and far above us now a brand new light so soft and white shines down on waking ground. Don't fear the dark it's nothing new. Let the cool run down your face take a chance turn off the light take a walk in the black tonight.
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