The blindfold lifts
As I wake
From a charming dream
Adrift on a lonely path;
An irresolute stroll
As the illusion fades

Against the hike
The madman tumbles
Wings tied
Into an ocean
Faced with demons
Of his own creation

Slave in chains
Now I walk,
How I know not,
Down this road
Passing through this place:
The corpse of a familiar world
Exposed to the cold
Expecting a warm embrace
That never finds me

I greet these souls
Shadows from some past life
Familiar, yet far too strange
Still lost in their dreams

In vain, I scream
Crawling through the pain
With my eyes set
On a sun that lies
Fleeing from me
As I make my way forwards

Fight! Fight!
With all might mine
Burning the horizon
For a light
That may never shine.

Here I stay
A world mine, it is.
This abyss,
A  garden of swart.
With graves of lost dreams.

And I
Like a raven on carrion,
Plunge into the black
Consumed by its ***** allure, a lunatic.
Never once tasting the light.

And then it came,
Shattering my sombre walls.
A shimmer of hope
With wings of white
Emerging from the charcoal blue.

I embrace this rarity,
A soothing warmth.
A caress;
With arms of mine callous.
“This is my redemption”.


My hold turns stiff
The white starts to fade.
Slipping away from my world
Leaving me void.

Here I wait.
World mine, it is.
A garden of swart.
A soul of grey.
Lingering for the white……