Child of the Dark..

Darkness comes to all.
Some sleep, party and play games.
I revel in the darkness,
I am a “child of the dark”.

I am at home in the solitary blackness.
I am externally blind but internally lit.
Drawn inextricably to the unknown
and bizarre to the surreal and the unreal.

I embrace the surreal and unreal.
The specter of a spirit then the spirit
of a specter. They surround me as I’m
a stranger in their corner of infinity.

They show me the unseeable, they
tell me the unhearable, they fill my mind
with the unthinkable. I wander by thought
and wonder at the mysteries of the black.

In the real world there people of the night.
Those who think they have special powers
of observation and awareness. They are
merely night stalkers not “ children of the dark”.

I must be alone in the dark to become one
with the black. As my mind travels the
blackness of the ether, I willingly abandon
the mundane and the world of light.