Ember Eyes

"When I was a little kid, I used to have the most terrible dreams. Monsters with embers for eyes and venom in their smiles. And every night they'd wait for me. Quiet. Watching. I'd scream awake, and my mother would tell me that it was just a dream.

"Of course, that was a long time ago. I don't dream anymore. There's nothing for me between dusk and dawn, just a little slice of oblivion. I suppose it's for the best. But sometimes...sometimes oblivion gets lonely, and I miss my monsters and their smiles."

A Little Somthin' Somethin'

I was walking around on my grave shift Monday, and I saw an "add lines to this poem" paper on a wall in a stairwell. I didn't have a pen, but that didn't stop my brain from writing. Given lines are in quotes (and they're not terribly good).

"Like a firecracker
Or loaded bullet sleeping in a clip"
Awaits a single spark ere it lets slip
The dogs of war, those hateful hounds
That salt the earth and scorch the ground
In whose fell footprints poisons seep.
They slumber now, so let them sleep.