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The Lady in Black

Evil visions often repel the eye
Inner spirit trying to cast out dark
Although the light thus grasped is but a lie
Filled with shadows thrown where they leave no mark.

Each eye has its blind spot where they gather
A hole in space and time it cannot see
Where they lurk to tease the blinded caster
With wakeful dreams of horror yet to be.

The Lady in Black glides through the room
My eyes almost catch her, but slide to the side
Her presence presages the advent of doom

The Lady in Black glides down the hall

Robert G. Brown 2005-12-14