You, The Dark

Dark, She is the mind of yours. Icy chill of thought becomes A steely shimmer. Behold a glimmer in the black - A flash of grey, that even glows In show against the hallowed dark of you. And that is why you scream in jarring tones 'I have no heart for joy! My white and brittle bones have died' You cried in dark and fractured moans. So now the Queen of Black you writhe, Whence from dark of shade That honed an evil form afar; In curse of me you bade: 'I, the wave shall rape the shore! Violence will there be in glares I'll throw At all who prey, and more: A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.' And now, the bitter tinge And bleak of waste That eyed the death of once your soul Will here forever be! Indeed you tell: 'The cramping pain is here! Eternal spasm, infinite chasm, The Devil's chaplain plays! We'll climax in a tortured glee As all my love decays.' Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 Dark dark dark dark dark dark dark Dark dark dark dark dark dark Dark dark dark dark dark Dark dark dark dark Dark dark dark Dark dark dark dark dark dark dark dark dark dark dark dark darkdarkdarkdark