Shadowy floods of woods
Whispers of pale face death
A silky drapery falls
Into each forlorn breath
Winged creatures in sky soars
With their moony coverings
Every moment of the night
Frighten in their hoverings
As a vapor slips about
Fog rises upon breast
Exhales of dementia
Souls wrangled into rest
Sinister lava rolls
From sober memorial skies
Proffers lie by awaiting
Torment each ether sigh
In this dim lit valley
Among shadows of a dream
Ruptured slumbers thirst
Provokes another scream
Sweat beads form like dagger's
Crest upon my weary brow
Consciousness from madness
This pen becomes a plow
2/3/01