The ceiling fan

Harmlessly

Blows around the darkness

Unknowingly

Casts about the shadows

Reaching outward

Upward

Into the corners and crevices.

Like poisonous spiders from malevolent webs

The darkness creeps and crawls

Up and over

Through all the hope in this world

In this room.

The fan blows again

More maliciously this time

Pushing back the good

Dragging it into the corners

The dark corners

To be swallowed.