I have become a walker
A walker between worlds
In a monotonous night of questions
Answered but not explained
****** of loneliness
On a blank page parade themselves
Providing invitations to dust
I wonder in a city of night
Trying to escape from
The threat of nothingness
A flame of living to disrobe a false life
To dispel darkness in the three realms
Here I meet a raven
In pursuit of tenebrous dreams
Whose shadow soft illusion lights
The colour of which eludes/
I question this Poe Bird
But the Raven keeps its tongue
In Quiet seclusion
While it weaves non color
Into a an iridescent arch
A black rainbow that now has
The purchase of my vision
Makes colors flee in terror
Leaving me despondent
And devoid of proper thought