I dwell within the Cave of Adullam:
many moons have I seen from its mouth,
nights in watch for demons that lurk
or serpents slithering about.
Shadows are my only visitors,
my mind my only dear friend;
I venture into the woods for food,
only to find I’ve never left my den.
The flesh I tear is tenderly raw,
savagely consuming its meat--
the soul of the Shadow dancing
is the delicacy I eat.
My wine is the life-blood it pours:
drinking greedily with my lips,
absorbing its dark understandings,
licking the mysteries as they drip,
I warm myself by the fire--
the fuel to my sanity, my grace,
granting me sweet pain one moment,
the next caressing my face.
But company and feast, the Shadow,
dies as the fire waxes cold--
now all alone in the Cave of Adullam,
with nothing but the darkness to hold.