Dark Domain

Though some may wend their way, in heartfelt prose and verse  
They should look around them, at a world, under a devil's curse  
For the flock is without a shepherd, for there are no gods above  
With no one to protect them, from an iron fist, in a velvet glove  

And if you're there, a special one, amongst the bustling throngs  
You're as ethereal as a memory and unable to right the wrongs  
Mayhap your invisible way is righteous, but what thrives is pain  
As the silent masses, bow obedient heads, in their dark domain  
 
There's a path they tread, to the nowhere, of the haunted hollow  
But trapped in their unreality, it's where they're forced to wallow  
And though unfettered souls may soar, to find an alternative fate  
They know, they're lost, behind imaginary lines and can't escape  
 
In idyllic reveries, there's solace, but the dream will fade and die  
For in an unbalanced paradigm, whimsical words, will not apply  
From an ocean's roar, to the rolling hillside, or even a sleepy dell  
There's so much beauty, that may bewitch, but it's a devil's spell  
 
Within each shimmering, eternal summer, of an everlasting day  
There are always shadows cast, upon a path, of a different way  
So listen to the enrapturing birdsong, above, as if it's not in vain  
And keep it hidden in your heart, but afar, from the dark domain