Darkness Tune
Tonight, the demon walks.
It has woken and staked its claim,
Dragging with it the tortures of the past.
Will it never cease?
Nights stillness creates shadows
That play out every lonely moment
In time to the clocks tick.
The emptiness burrows through to the soul,
Pushing out all resemblance of peace.
To each own mind one must face
The ever encroaching darkness
That stalks us when all light has Faded.
To bow behind the curtain in Paralyzing fear,
or stand in arms daring the beast to strike.
No matter the stance,
The play goes forward on repeat.
One scene leading to another
With the same tune in rhyme,
Pitting the ghoulish night against
The battered soul.
Awaiting the moment,
When in glory,
it is banished by the light