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"The Night People (unfinished)" by Derelict Dream

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Prologue:

     In an attempt to help readers interpret this piece, I am providing as much detail as I can on it, myself at the time of it's writing, and how it came to the Internet.

     In an attempt to prepare to move out of my condo, I uncovered a single folded sheet of notebook paper. This folded page so much resembled just another love letter or outline that I came very close to throwing it away. A curiosity in my mind awoke. Instead of discarding the folded paper, I unfolded it and read the print located thereon.
     The date at the bottom of the page, May 27th, 1997, tells me that that the piece was written a little over two months after my 17th birthday, around 5 months before I contracted mononucleosis, which kept me sick for about a year, and in between relationships. I would have been ending my junior year in high school in the next few weeks.

     Yet no matter how hard I try, I cannot remember what it was that stirred my sleep and inspired me to write this down. Nevertheless, I submit it to this forum in it's entirety, every word and punctuation that was marked by pencil to paper and was not erased. Perhaps your discussion can help me decipher the subject so that I might add to or finish it. Thank you, and enjoy.
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The Night People

They frighten some, maybe most,
When they come.
They love darkness, hate the moon,
And want dampness.
Sometimes in the rain, sometimes not,
They come with pain,
The audible kind, but some,
The few, find a soothing,
Exciting sound, when The Night People
Reach the ground.
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Though they love dark,
They come with light.
They come with a crash,
That fills the night,
Even in day,
With all their might,
They come with intent,
And always fright,
Like it was night.
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They are good hearted,
Even though they can kill,
Because when they're gone,
They leave a sweet smell.
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                        David O. Wilkins

(Inspired By A Rude Awakening On The Morn Of 5-27-97)
[Later Verses To Be Added]

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On Monday May 16th, 2005, Kinkypoptart (766) writes:
Wow, scary people, these night people you speak of. Great write ~*~Tart~*~



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