The Dark Holds No Terrors

Bleak...sinister...scary...
The endless darkness frightens me no end.
I stumble across memories-
Happy, wondrous, depressing...
I trip and fall over a chest,
As dark as the charcoal around.

In a flood of light,
Spring out colourful beetles.
Each whispers chants into my ears.
I shrink, afraid of the sight...
The noise and... all the commotion.
They glide over my skin. The tingle makes me calm.

I listen quietly now.
The soothing buzz gives way
To a haunting lull
There is a tranquility about the peace.
The night has it’s own identity.
The horrifying breeze, now cools my neck.

It glazes over my arm,
Making it’s way into my garbs.
The chill soothes my skin,
I draw in the pristine air.
An eclectic mix of the gush of wind,
Caressing me inside and out.

I shut my eyes.
It is darkness within the dark.
But, the beetles shine bright
The dark holds no terrors.
Slowly I rise. Quietly, I leave the dark chamber.