Written By Deoiridh
Dec. 11, 2020, 8:53 p.m.(7/19/1014 AR)
Chambers lit by a solitary candle,
Countenance as gloomy in his regret.
Upon his mind too much to handle,
Cheeks gaunt, eyes calm and yet
In silence gasping for life's breath.
Shadows pass by as 'pon a stroll,
Before a gaze so distant.
Burdens more to take their toll,
He hunches over parchment - persistent,
That his resolve is as ever - resistant.
Wiping at sweat beaded brow,
He casts aside paper, ink,
Takes oil, his lantern to allow
These shades from him to shrink!
Yet from the gloom, they all but wink.
Arise! begs he, of thin air,
Mercy! Mercy, forsake me not!
O shades, be ye ne'er
More cruel! To sing, louder sing your rot
Aloud, that my mind be caught!
Sinks he to his knees, and then
A gasp, but no further interruption.
Deep in both eyes he sinks a pen;
Hallowed vehicle of their deception.
That ne'ermore might he sit, aghast
Of horrors wrought, yet long since passed.
Countenance as gloomy in his regret.
Upon his mind too much to handle,
Cheeks gaunt, eyes calm and yet
In silence gasping for life's breath.
Shadows pass by as 'pon a stroll,
Before a gaze so distant.
Burdens more to take their toll,
He hunches over parchment - persistent,
That his resolve is as ever - resistant.
Wiping at sweat beaded brow,
He casts aside paper, ink,
Takes oil, his lantern to allow
These shades from him to shrink!
Yet from the gloom, they all but wink.
Arise! begs he, of thin air,
Mercy! Mercy, forsake me not!
O shades, be ye ne'er
More cruel! To sing, louder sing your rot
Aloud, that my mind be caught!
Sinks he to his knees, and then
A gasp, but no further interruption.
Deep in both eyes he sinks a pen;
Hallowed vehicle of their deception.
That ne'ermore might he sit, aghast
Of horrors wrought, yet long since passed.
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