The Realm of Darkness

A seamless shroud of ardent black,
Null surrounds what visions lack.
Thoughts reveal what blind men see.
Truths concealed instinctively,
Scenes minds mimic claustrophobically,  
Help sustain,
The realm of darkness.

Disguised in clouds of purple haze,
Amidst the sounds, a street-lined maze.
People talking that eyes can't see,
Virtually walking hypnotically.
Tethered strings held taut, unseen,
Provide refrain,
From the realm of darkness.

A candlelight to free us all,
From the blight of disparity's call.
A veil of shadows entombs the sight,
Of those condemned to roam the night.
Each early morning's radiant skies,
Becomes its day's new sunrise.
And breaks the spell of darkness.

Well past dawn's break of day,
Streaks of light quell midnight's fray.
Stars impale dark's private room,
Blue skies curtail impending gloom.
Scenes played out in silent words,
Soliloquies of voices heard,
Crack the shell of darkness.

And when the final act's begun,
And night gives way to morning sun.
Those deformed search for signs,
Of life reborn and better times.
Questions written oppressed men seek,
Answers hidden from the weak,    
Eternal frailties etched in stone,
Internally brailled, sins atoned.
Preserved alone in a Realm of Darkness.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney