Poem xiii

Whispers flicker forth
From the edge of the flame
Dancing across the hollow
Through the spider’s web
Crashing into the dim walls
Erupting into small clouds
Of dust and anguish
Even in the candlelight
It is grey

Searching for the stairs
In shifting labyrinthine dream
As the baleful walls bend low
And the floors rise up in malice
The crumbling ceiling caves away
Into ever rolling black abyss
Gazing intently down
While the screaming doors around me
Make no sound

Clenching are the hands of madness
All around my face
From the whirling winds of laughter
To the damp smell of this place
The bitter taste upon my lips
The hallway’s wicked grin
Are all the reveries of my sin
Fuel to the flames of Din

Through the tribulation cuts a voice
To which none can lie
Ringing clearer than chimes in the wind
Laying all my fears bare upon the floor
Eroding shadows of the ancient past
It says you cannot lie to the self
Between copulating pillars ever tall
One who looses everything, gains all