The Void
A View from the Attic Window
In this room, I can see a picture perfect paradise, as blanket of mist descends.
As all across the green fields, it covers the land I see before me.
As the night draws near, nocturnal creatures, arise from the shadows to feast
upon their prey. They lurk in the woodland upon high in a tree.
The moon glows, with a halo of light, as clouds create a blanket that wraps
itself amongst the dark skies. As a subtle breeze caresses the night.
I watch a silhouette of a crow through the gloom, as it flies.
I sit in this chair, as I gaze through the open window. I feel the icy chill
on my face, of the cold relentless wind. As it howls and sweeps through oaks
and elms, as they sway to and throw.
The window's frame creaks, and the lights dim. As the stillness, this solitude
is disturbed by shadows, as everything becomes grim. The woodland in the distance bristles
with nocturnal life.
In the misty foliage and treelined fencing. Foxes prowl. as they search for
food. And owls call out in the pitch black night.
I have a view from the attic window, gazing out into the night, as I look down upon
the land from up above. No-one knows I'm here, hiding from all the chaos around me ;
watching the dark hours of nature I love.
Here, in the small room with one window, I can see everything.
Walking across floorboards, creaking in the darkness as silent whispers float on
the air, as children talk to each other.
This is where I am if you try and find me at night. This is where I will always be.
A View from the Attic Window
