"Death interrupts life;
it calls on everyone of us",
Unexpected yet long awaited.
Don't they say?It's not the destination
but the journey on which you go.
That would make us all,
but travelers
wandering a lonesome road.
Is it lonesome?
And what is lonely?
Have I never felt these thing
if I have friends,
people.
And yet I am, ultimately.
For, when you go, you go on your own.
Or arrive
       -whichever it may be...

My space, my corner;
herein I find false comfort
and hollow hold
like the icy embrace of an apparition.

No cold kiss
from lovers lost
to Hades Gate
awakens my woeful resistance.

It is the shining darkness
that dragged me to my nest.
I am the burden of leaden wings
the sun does try to melt.

Too young
and yet I dream,
and fools do follow ....

My eyes are stone.

They see no pain,
mere breath
stultified as bitter shards  
under poison roots shatter.
I am Medusa,
that fearless *****.