The Light Side of Horror

I have never
Told anyone
Before. 
That the cave
Blocked tightly,
On that stunning
Cove, moments
Away from here.
Contains all
My darkest
Nightmares. 
Swirling and
Raging at stone
And sand.
Yet I cannot,
Will not,
Ever destroy,
Or flatten that
Awful place.
For what is
This dream,
If not the
Other side
Of horror. 

The Pen Is Mighty

My pencil flowed
Across the page.
Without asking
My permission.
It drew a girl. 
Dancing to midnight.
On a starry beach.
Her wet twirling
Footsteps a pattern.
Step step towards
A sheltering cave. 
Oh I knew so sadly well.
That place was haunted. 
By nothing but
Death and pain.
My pencil stopped. 
And all I could do.
Was stare in horror.
At this scene I had
Given life.