Darkness sidles; breached the dawn
Among the wintry ferns.
And still below the darkness calls
My soul made His; confirmed.
And knowing not mournful decline,
The dust he is composed.
Avoiding deepest dark intent
In eyes not seen, I reposed.
In every heart the darkness slumbers,
Waiting for chest's key.
When one day fathoms are born loose
And shadow-birthed demons break free.
I am one such as these demon hordes.
Their dark desires rest within my mind.
No goodness lurks beyond life's shadows...
No people to be sure or kind.
