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The Unknown
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Poems That Make You Think
It pierces the night when no one's around
It rips through the sky like a lightening bolt
It's in your head, it's part of your being
But you can't see it in pure sunlight
It's not known by the human eye
It's not felt by the human soul
And yet it's there when you don't make a sound
It's a figure in the window that continues unseen
It hides in the cracks of walls unharned
If you feel a sense of shock
Quiver through your mind and your veins
You have felt its pull but you can't push it away
There it goes into a new time of terror
Where the only sound is its awful shrieking
The portal has opened somehow but it's too late
Someone has hidden the key
It creeps in the midst of us living away
And its ominous form takes its toll
The silence overwhelms the poor hidden being
The bizarre wonder in its deadly eyes
Is nothing more than hunger searching
It feeds on the ends to every beginning
You can't incinerate this being at will
It will only disappear when it wants to hide
Because sometimes the world scares it too much
And it can't find a reason for everything
The cracking skulls cease to amaze it
As it wanders throughout the catacombs
Its eerie smile will take your breath away
You search in agony for this spirit in disguise
But you know not the ways of its hiding
Its blackened depths of solitude never stray
You won't find it anytime soon
Because when you do it will be too late
If you look for it by the full moon
It will show up but only a glimpse
It does not like well the thought of someone
Finding it in the middle of its little game
It's like a child playing, waiting for you to catch it
Only once or twice has it been caught
But for no longer than a mere second
Because only those daring enough to try
Are successful at reaching the point
Of no return to which it will obey
There is one who believes and sees
There is one who knows and knows not
Will they ever appear ready to shed light?
Or are they just a myth in the making?
