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Upon this elevated perch I sit
Jagged rock and nature’s bleed
Looking out beyond my sight
Knees and hands of weathered seed

Straddling an outward view
Clinging tight to breathless cries
Clouds now form of smoky fill
Cracks evolve of southern skies

Down below the valley sleeps
Curtains closed and bolted doors
Green between the acreage spills
Crumbs are swept from hollow floors

When an anguished howl is heard
Bounding far and chilling wide
Makes me stand, unsure of foot
Destinations run and hide

Dark precedes a warning moon
When two eyes of crimson glare
Break the glass in shards of fear
As my aching eyes do stare

Razor quick and fired flames
Out of breath my thoughts to run
Lightening strikes at where I cringe
Burning skin of tortured sun

Death does come, but eyes still see
Weary as of this forlorn
Tattered dreams long past their prime
When deep beyond a reason born

Still I sit on broken stone
High above the slumbered lanes
So frightened of horizon’s fall
And the light delivered pains

Now many nights and many days
Have crawled amidst my destiny
For when embarks a moon so full
This anguished howl now heard is me

Shadows paint slowly across these walls
Like cold fingers that reach out to touch
Creeping like some spectre come calling
As the light seems, slowly to fade away
Seemly to abandon itself, to the dark

The mind starts to play strange tricks
Was that a sound from somewhere behind?
Could that have been the faintest of whispers?
The shadows are gone, darkness comes calling
The heat of a dead day gives in to the cold night

Somewhere outside, an owl hoots, shivers begin
The stairs creak, as in protest of hours gone
The rain starts,  and taps rapidly at the window
Then the wind screams with a mournful howl
The blankets never seem to keep out that icy embrace

Sleep fails to visit, and night still has that fear
Too afraid to attempt to switch on the light
Too scared to stop that groaning door that sways
Imagination is gripped with nightmarish visions
Surely that was not laughter under the bed

But weary eyes take their toll, hours have passed
Nothing has happened, and all seems to be safe
Until the thunder comes crashing down, hard
And the lightening flashes like hellish fire
Under the covers, to block out the terror

Peaking out, with the trembling of hands
Something is there, standing in the corner
Within the darkest part of the room
Watching, as if a predator studying prey
This is no fogged impression of a dark dream

But just as quickly as the fiendish entity appeared
Now it is gone, no remainder it ever had been
That feeling is here, knowing it had been real
Sleep finally takes you into a sleepless slumber
Morning light has come, but the shadows will return

I black out it begins, the
other inside wants its
time to have fun, to do
things I wouldn't want
to know of, I am his puppet
trapped within.

My cage Is my mind trapped
with in, I do not know where
my body goes when he is within.

Ever do I worry when the darkness
will awaken and where I will be,
when the fog dissipates from my
mind what has it done to others
or me.

My darkness I see as I look at a
reflections of me, I see in his prison
behind the eyes he smiles awaiting
to start my torment, we are the
same coin but different are we,
the dark side, the light side, one
shell we share between you and me.

We will always be one of two, hating
the other side as only one can be in
control and I will fight him to the edge
and I will hopefully win.

Midnight came, calling my name
Striking the hour with torment
Playing a strange and hidden game
Of a living heart, sadly spent

Coming likely vampire this night
Draining me of my energy
Escaping like a bat, taking flight
Cursing me as an enemy

But she is here, protecting me
A love shining brighter, a star
Taking my soul, setting it free
Healing this body, no more scars

So Midnight will go, pass on by
Because she holds this broken man
Like an Angel, above the sky
She knows love, as sweet emotion can

My essence bleeds into the surroundings,
Pure becomes neither as it suffocates
Under the influence of my soul.

All who are consumed within my blanket
Find peace, as it permeates there essence.
One by one they join my beauty.

My place, my land of perpetual silence, in
this nothingness my soul will envelope all,
living be it man or flower wilting will all fall.

My essence bleeds into the surroundings,
Obscurity has its own beauty, never judged
Upon sight, a dog howls then silence falls.

The wood was beneath, warped
With age, as the worms crept
Falling into the gapping chasm
Of petrified air. Ingested upon
Shattered bone, was the ragged
Wanting beneath.

The stone was polished, kept
As if newly left. Never was
Their needing for never were
Clothes tattered, they dined
Upon pigeon heart and entails
Of pedigree cat.

The Woman, of both below and
Above, vested wording to the
Ever breaking of parched skin and
Bone.

Those of wood and worm, clawing
Ascending through dirt, what was
Left of flesh pealed upon roots and
Stone, now only ragged cloth and
***** bone.

Why must we of the earth suffer,
The indignity of dirt while those
Above treated differently, we are
the same are we not, death is
Universal rot.

Then those of marble spoke up,
You are not like us for we are of
Death but we are of flesh,
Parched but whole, we are of
The clean, while you are of
Earth festering and rot.

"Silence"
"Still your airless voices"
"Each has a valid point"
"But my children of decay let me explain"

My children of earth you exhume
Yourselves each day, this shows
Strength for the journey you take,
Hardening you resolve.

You are neither filth or below,
Your strength is what others
Should look up to, you are pure
Of the mortal coils of flesh you
Are flawless in death.

My children of stone, what can
Be said,  you cling to life, but
That time has pasted, you
Linger upon flesh that is but
a moment from dust.

Time in earth has made your
Brothers and Sisters strong,
While yours are weakened
The weaknesses of above, my
Commands are simple their
Must never be two, death is
Singular we decay as one.

What was pasted, those of marble
Stripped of parched decadence,
They were now pure as those below.
Feast as others on that which crawls
Nourished by mother earth.

The woman of bone, wood and stone,
Was  a fair keeper and the only
Marble that graced was that which
Named those who slept below,
They were pure of mortal coils
They where the **dead of bone.