Dark

“Who’s there?”
She squeaked.
“I can hear you breathing”.
But there was no reply.

She groped the pitch
And found the tether,
Then the ring.
And wondered at its weight.

Said the dark,
After some time,
“I am.”
Illuminating nothing.

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