Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Dark

Don't walk in the dark, my dear
Troubles abound this I assure you,
Unseen abstractions alluring,
Prowling, preying, loathing pain.
Noticed yet, sightless sounds,
Steady as you go my dear,
Tumbling firstly downwards
Fires wrath ensures the soul
Eating embers for escape
Scorching the heart
That wanders in the dark.