Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always driven, always somber,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened mood.
A reflection on an angel’s face alums over me,
as I raise my head, now submitting to
this impassive truth.
makes my head to roll in thoughts
to ponder in darkness and in passing of time
as always the Angel’s have left me to my own decor.
Of remembrances of my death
The Angels have left,
around me the sinister creatures gather,
My dread grows as the Dark One’s touch falls against ,
my naked soul, it wounds me
and in my horror I fall limply
and it leaves me in darkness
as my life’s blood drips to
the wicked earth which is my eternal prison.
While Death’s Shadow approaches
now alone, my cry’s of mercy falls on blind eye’s
this is my death.
But heaven wants nothing to do with my bitter soul.
Sat Apr 19, 2014 7:55 pm
