[coogle]

The Darkness....

The darkness slowly coalesced, an entity with weight yet without substance. It engulfs sometimes
slowly like gentle suffocation, other times like a thing of nightmares, sudden, without mercy. A malice
present, yet no notion of it's victims the darkness flows on. Shapes, half seen, half sensed.

A sudden coiling around the light, forever reaching yet never touching. Slowly sliding along the perimeter
it searches for an opening. A gust of wind, the light flickers, yet the opening closes before it ever
really opened. But the dark is ever patient. It will win in the end, as nothingness is it's home.

Moving on the darkness spies a town, cloaked in lights to keep the darkness at bay. But like a
master thief the darkness flows through the cracks, worming it's way deeper, lurking in the recesses.

The darkness is full of colours for those who can see none.

(dang ran out of ideas)