ABYSS

When in the town by night each sound’s dissembling,

another soul, arcane, wakes uncontested.

Your head’s a dormant citadel, sequestered,

in which a late night wandering thought is ambling.

Yet if you fear the tardy walker’s power

conniving to seize your imagination,

be more afraid of that thought’s desperation,

to ambush you at midnight, till you cower…

You are its prey. Feel that? Its talon sinking

into you, cold, on dark wings upward tearing.

Eyes phosphorescent green that burn unblinking.

You’ve briefly lost your mind. Your soul veers, vanished

into the evil, deep within its bearing…

Ah, ever the abyss, inside, unbanished!