Midnight, and heaven's lanterns cast their shaded die
Over a suburban stage. Bathed in cool twilight,
A wooden curtain barely holds its shape in the haze
Of the late-night hours; all the while the shadows rest,
Thirsting minds dream of suns and stellar bodies,
But no sun breaks the dark to light this night.
A tear, a gasp: and a child is wrenched from slumber
Onstage. Waking to no audience but darkness,
It shivers as shadows converge: the coiling compass
Draws an ever constricting circle round its neck.
Seconds pass, and the child cracks; clasping terror
Rips through the child's lungs, and silence is hacked to shreds.