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Nathaniel D.

Shadows

They sat, enjoying their meal
Oblivious to the shades upon the wall.
Those friends of the gloom,
Imitating movements under a shawl.

But, here! See one of the men rise.
He shouts angrily to the other.
The other man responds in kind,
As does his dark brother.

The first stands up knocking his seat over.
The second as well
The ghosts rise and stretch
And then begins the hell.

The candle flame flickers in the breeze
Caused by the frantic waving of hands.
The specters spasm on the wall
Each doing as their master commands.

With a guttural cry, the first rises up,
A dagger clutched in his palm.
He stabs the other swiftly in the chest.
And suddenly there is calm.

The second falls to the floor,
Drawing his last breath.
Still, his wraith copies every move,
Until its master’s death.

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