Owls and Orchids

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“Whatever you are physically…male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy–all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

Walking down the hall

In the middle of the night

Looking closely at the window

Its crenelated features casting a gloom

Deep into the house

Wondering why it was so dark, eating up the light

Suddenly I felt something else was there

Looking closely into the shadows

I almost called out

Cold suddenly flooding from the recess

Froze the words in my mouth

In a moment my footsteps stopped

I was frozen in place

Staring silently towards the shadows

Deepening around the tapestry

~

What was there my mind sluggishly pondered

To cause such a numbing feeling

I realised to my dismay

That I could no longer move

Like the iciness pervading my mind

Its effects permeated my body

Whatever lingered there

It had a devastating effect on my will

Despite feeling chilled in body and mind

My heart beat wildly in my chest

Silently I called on my Guides

To guard my spirit

To save my body

I waited frozen in place

Hearing a blood freezing slurping

Sounding like a giant slug

Sucking and pulling itself from the depths

The cold roiling from the recess deepened

My heart beat faster in my chest

I wondered if my time had come

~

Then out of the corner of my eye

I saw a brilliant light

Glowing softly and drawing closer

Warmth began to spread through me

Like new life as this light drew ever closer

To the sound of an angry hissing

Coming from the dark corner

I felt the blood begin to pump through my body

And my mind began to clear once more

Enveloped by this comforting light

I felt my fear evaporate

Cocooned in the spiritual glow

Of the light shining along the hallway

Banishing all shadowy corners

I heard a furious sound

Half slither, half screech and all fury

Dwindling into the recess

Hidden by the tapestry

~

Those fearful tales I’d heard

Of people vanishing in the night

Were no longer far-fetched tales

Told to scare the unwary at night

But to keep everyone safe in their beds

Away from the slithering death

Which waited with bayed breath

At least so I told myself

As I hurried back to my warm bed

Surrounded by my Guiding light

Keeping me safe from harm all night

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“There’s a sorrow and pain in everyone’s life, but every now and then there’s a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

Blessings  Susan  ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014