A whisper of breath we are here and then gone, A hollow shell. An empty body to call home. Decayed forest, bits, and pieces, apart they unravel, Gathering thunder, a heart that beats, a sound of a courts gavel.
Infinite shadows a forbidden darkness iniquity’s choice, So deep this vibe, speaks the raging man’s deadly voice. Sink deeply. Sink into the murky depths of flame, Emerge from the fire that feeds the soul find it. Unearth the name,
Why? How had the formidable foe crawled in his head? He entered slowly as if one that rose from the dead. Awaken. Awaken. Exit from the sleep of a restless haze, Rise through the tunnels of the twisting, turning maze.
There is no one. Only he brings the darkness afoot, It only exists in his head a horror story from a book. No. Not a book, but a real torture he tries desperately to fight, It is only the unholy demons that long ago invaded his mind.
© Cynthia Clark