Infinite Darkness of the Soul

Tonight my dreams left,
    swept far and wide from me,
    leaving darkened halls and
    pungent decay in their exodus.

The nightmares called my name,
    in shrill voices filled with disdain,
    while twisted images all around
    melted like deeply colored wax.

At last I saw you, beautiful and true, and
    breathed a sigh of sweet relief,
    a smile dancing upon my lips and
    joyful tears glistened upon my cheeks.

So sudden it happened, the deed was done,
    you turned your back on me and
    part of me died a pauper’s death,
    abandoned, without hope nor dignity.

As I called to you, my tongue swelled,
    words could not come in time,
    for suddenly I saw you lifted,
    ripped from me through the heavens.

        Clutched tightly by my dreams,
                which have faded away forever.

Originally written in July 2006

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The darkened glen is thick
    with swirling mist and fog
    that hovers menacingly,
    chilling to the bone, and seeping into flesh.

Moistened skin and hair,
    the night air collapses upon us,
    difficult to speak - our throats thick with fear.

The spiders; we watch as they move in resolute formation,
    straight into the Dark Forest ahead.
Following closely, our legs resist, our minds race
    and we feel our determination wane.

We continue, driven by the image of salvation
    for those we have lost to this terror.
The Forest engulfs us in a living shroud
    stealing our retreat quickly away.

Forward we glide, thorny vines reach for our legs
    violently tearing bloody gashes
    and still we move ahead unaware
    determined, fierce and unwavering.

The forest opens to a dark clearing
    crawling with the hungry beasts
    the spiders that wait to devour, and
    the Lord that rules them grins.

Creeping death surrounds us…

Originally written in May 2006

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Shallow water festers and boils
    rising fast to drown
    the innocence and youth that was my right.

The dark night hangs heavy
    bearing down with insufferable weight
    while a laughing moon awakes.

Pinpoints of light pierce
    flesh and ignite a flame
    of immortality and hunger.

Silent footsteps as I glide along
    my breath more shallow than
    the waters that seek to devour me.

Destiny evades me,
    as a feather in the wind
    wildly dancing, fluttering and teasing.

No path is there for me to follow,
    no guiding light or voice
    of clarity and salvation.

Only the rising waters guide me,
    forcing me forward in retreat,
    forever running to stay above them.

Originally written in June 2006

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