Cumbersome and heavy,
Lying in unorganized piles.
Scattered around the fools bedside.
Keeping out those who dare to enter.

Dreary chains of love.
Mincing the amorous nights,
And foolishly obliterating sweet goodnights.
Replaced by darkness and shadows delight.

Demons mockery, fed by soot covered pots.
Shadows mist, teasing the flames.
As the night sheds its cloak.
And the cool breeze singes the tear soaked filters.

Gasping, groping for an ounce of something,
Pulling at the chains, hugging them tightly.
Praying for morns light,
While embracing the love of cold, cold steel