Sunday, 8 December 2013


It's dark.
It's always dark.
There is no day
or night.
Take flight.
The blight is come.

The might...
Her, sacred, might.
It brings decay.
No fight.
No light.
All life is hers.

In death...
In endless death,
Through eyes of glass
you live!
If life
is all you crave...

No mind?
She does not mind.
She'll have your thought;
your guile.
resistance wanes.

And time?
There is no time.
Impatient friend,
look here;
this tear
is shed for you.

So, flee!
The fools will flee.
The brave who stay
will die.
They, too, will die.