There's room for two?
     My Pit was my own, I thought--
A welcome spark blots out the gloom.

You don't belong here; this is where sinners rot.


      Extend a hand though, maybe?
            if I'm not too unclean
                  I might soil alabaster
                        or tarnish pearly sheen.

Aren't you afraid of the quicksand?
The churning, noxious mire?
      Sheol, purgatory?
            The sinner's pyre?
What is your glow
      that you do not fear?
Why are you bold
      as even demons near?

I spend daylight climbing from My Pit
      'til night when I'm pulled back down.
My arms grow weary;
     would it be easier to drown?

in My Pit
devoid of light
with only loneliness
and fright?

the Darkness swallows me
like quicksand, it swallows me
I am feeble, empty,
there is no rescue for me

?

So that's a guiltless smile?
Untainted golden hair?
      My hands don't deserve
            to touch this beauty fair.

The pit releases me.
      Yes, reluctant, but does it matter?
I found my Sol.

I rewrite a verse
     that's been written before
hundreds or thousands of times;
      I have a little more

I write for joy above words;
above a thousand pictures, each for a thousand words,
for joy who lets us fly beside the birds

I write the love written on our Hearts.


      You are my princess,
      I am your lover
            We dance the night away
            While above us angels hover

Sweet gentle daughter of dreaming blue eyes
Reflecting visions from some distant sphere;
Untainted by nightmares of icy fear,
Nor saddened yet by fate's mocking disguise.
Unopened book of fickle tomorrow,
Not certain of how future may unfold,
With hours of lead or hours of molten gold;
Unenlightened yet by unknown sorrow.
Sands rush through the hourglass of wasted years,
While breaking our young hearts with shattered dreams.
The clock of life wrings disappointed tears,
Unhampered by our plans and clever schemes.
Beware grim reaper swinging ***** blade
Who mocks thee as childhood days slowly fade.

**~Hilda~