And so the lamp said..

"You are in great danger.

We have been trying to warn you,

but you reisted, and we thrive upon fear."

I shuddered then, clearly afraid.

But this light fixture seemed more incontrol then the last time

we had met, only hours before.

I opened my mouth to speak,

and a harsh voice spit to me;

"SILENCE."

I recoiled, as if burned.

The voice was so powerful when it wished to be,

and I regretted the light instantly.

And hated, hated my loathing of darkness.