Dark Margins

It has come to claim me,

That patron of the dark,

It has finally found my weakness,

It’s finally found my heart.

It wears it down with painful thoughts,

Until it can no longer bear,

And leave just a gaping hole,

To leave me in despair.

It has learned the vaults of memory,

And forged them into blade,

It’s one and only wish,

To see my final light dim and fade.

Through the mazes of my heart,

They worm with all they can,

Those fledgling dreams with unborn wing,

Unknown is tender care.

How long will I hold out,

That not even I do know,

Until they reach my Heart of Hearts,

And consume it so.

What lies beyond that final door?

Where only memories dare tread,

Is it light and happiness,

Or merely endless dread?