Night World

Now the evenings are getting longer

and my dark thoughts are getting stronger

creating an entry for the night world to use.

And the mornings are white with frost-bites

and my heart is frost-bitten too.

So I'm making an icy mirror for the Night World to look through.

Night World, stop haunting 'round my house

with pattering feet and whistling wings

and slithering steps of nameless things!

Night world, 'cause I won't let you in!

Inside my brain I'll build a flame

that throws you back from where you came.

Night World, go away! Night World, go away!

And the evenings grow even darker

and my night thoughts grow darker too

and the darkness becomes a thunnel for the Night World to creep through.

And the mornings get even colder

and I'm weary and feeling older

and a weary, old gateway rises to let the Night World loose!

Night World…

Cecilia Wennerström