Suddenly there is silence and not a word is spoken, yet there is disquiet in the atmosphere waiting to be unfolded. It’s all too quiet out here beneath the dark dark sky clouded over.
Something nags, yet it will not reveal itself from beyond the horizon. Crouching it waits to leap into existance. It will come slowly down the road, and how many will recognize it when it arrives, step by step in it’s slow wake of a walk. Dark figure on the road, hidden by the shadows of night. What will it be. What will it do upon the world within the twilight.
None wake to see. They are all too tired to turn and look and slumber on in the world, their eyes turned inward to their own concerns, while this things sneeks around unoticed into every corner it will invade. Clothed in sooty veils, it glides past and through, touching that which no moral man would, draining the essence and leaving behind like changelings would in place of another.
They fold in upon themselves and turn away, not wanting to know what is coming next . It’s too complex, they say and leave it for another day and then another and so on until it is too late to do. The time is now to wake and see…to look…to find…to deal with…tomorrow is too late when it comes and devours the heads of many, makes them dancers to the tunes of new masters, those that reside in the neverwhere of the eternal night.
No magic to desolve, no half lit candles to light the way. They are but blown out by the wind as soon as they are alighted to let the shadows envelope. And in this cover of blindness they will work their deeds…reguardless.