Horror is a color in our rainbow,
A chimerical, spectral inner arc of black.
Light bursting through the prism of our dreams
Lingers as a set of separate beams,
Of which pure terror is a prominent track,
Where we may feel our bones freeze to the marrow,
Exercising instincts else gone slack.
Nor does all truth lie tucked between two seams.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Don’t Look Inside. By Biz Baz Studio. Music free to use at YouTube.
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