Half Past Ten

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Outside the night swaddles the land
In darkness.
Small fires, lanterns
Hold the beast at bay

No such light or warmth for I
Huddled in blankets
Eyes wide with fear
As the knocking stops

A handle turning, hinges squeal
The stair
Betrays it's passage
It gets to my door

I hold my breath and tense as
It skulks around my room
Every Christmas eve
I like awake and wait my doom

Half Past Ten | Ecency