They call it the void
The shadow realm
That calls to us
When all light goes out

The surrender
The silence
For we know darkness
Do we not?

It is the ghost
That never leaves
The hand that grasps
That cradles loneliness

And we have grown
So comfortable
With monsters
We barely fear it

But we must fear it
For its embrace is final
Its kiss cold
But it is winter

This night, so very long.

~G S Scribbles