A darker place

A Darker Place

I do not weave a magic web

With colours bright and gay

Instead I weave a darker spell

Where nightmares come to play!

With apologies to Lord Tennyson.. 

I love the very bones of you

I hold in my heart a memory

At its best a reliquary

At its worst, a fantasy

Of that which could not be

Greyscale

I do not want to go towards the light,

I am happy in the shadows

All things must end in the eyes of man

It's been thus since the world began

Frozen in time

I stand alone, none know my darkest thoughts

Arcane and deep as a pool

Yet light as a whisper on the wind

Memory is all.......