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The watchman sits,
foxes surround his feet.
He hands out treats,
watching the night
as the city sleeps.
A disturbance in the air,
the inky black swirls
with menace and fear.
A lone dog barks.
Poised he surveys
the asphalt decay,
the city in the distance.
Eyes attuned to the dark,
from years of living a murky existence.
Across slate rooftops
he nimbly hops.
Speed is of the essence
when the nightmares drop.
The house stands threatening,
a shiver as his heartbeat is quickening.
He hums to settle his nerve,
make himself impervious
to the terror that lurks.
And he enters...
A labyrinth of rooms,
all towering over.
A trick. As he is led into their lair.
Doorways consuming light
and expelling oily darkness.
The stagnant scent
of death lingers in the air.
The nightmares have fed here
for many years.
Bloated and misshapen,
they curse the very air.
He sees a lone door
with lights around its edges.
The lone doorway to the child
in fear's hateful clutches.
Into the room he walks.
Surrounded by beings
of which he won't talk.
The night creatures
that bring fear in the dark.
The monsters that cut deep into the heart.
He tears them down,
with a swing of his guitar
and a quick picked strum,
the monsters drop
to the ground, one by one.
The child smiles in their sleep.
The first time in years
and the house is clear again.
No more lingering fears.
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