Inside the narrow doorway peeks the monk
all lit up with burning candle
wide eyed and in awe
waiting for the monster to growl
but all is silence.
He quietly steals in ready to flee
but he has to see it, see if it’s real.
It is pitch black
the candle cannot pierce the darkness
blacker than black, a void.
He whispers hello lord?
Silence.
I have been taught to fear you lord, should I?
The only noise is the beating of his heart
against his eardrums, the rush of blood
to his head.
He creeps forward
reaching out with his hands
lest he bump into a wall
LORD LORD? he screams.
Nothing.
He turns around and realizes
that the door has shut
he can’t see anything at all
where is up where is down
where is right where is left
he panics and screams WHERE ARE YOU
he throws his useless candle against the darkness
and weeps.
He awakens in his straw bed
in his tiny room
the candle has burned down
it is dark and clammy
he is dark and clammy.
He gets up, lights a new candle
and opens his door
and in useless awe
peeks out.
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