A Vision

Deep, deep down

In the depths of Time,

Death dwells

Amidst Despair, Despondence and Depression divine.

There Darkness destroys

All daring, wandering dots of Light

And Desire demands

Dominion over the dull mind.

The Dreams play,

Declaring themselves masters of design

As they dip their hands

In the dolorous waters

Of the dawning Night.

In a distant corner,

There sits Delight.

Does she dare describe

The Delirium inside?

Do dying Destiny’s dim caverns

House despising shadows

That shudder discovering

The decrepitude that awaits their lives?

Do I?