Darkness
Azmaria Dei Post
Circa 2007
secrets keep in the darkness deep
flying near in the heart of fear
gripping tight to the little light
seeing naught what you thought
winds blow through an unseen hole
granting all the light’s decided fall
unseeing hands groping the lands
blindness grips the throat and hips
tightly cinching binding and clenching
choking life from the lips with strife
closing about preventing your shout
as you grasp at the ever-holy clasp