Imprisoned within the Realm of Darkness.
Beyond the truth of reality, when time and space continual means
nothing.
when the very images of my Nightmare encapsulate within that Sphere
within a Sphere.
Reflect with vivid clarity the thoughts that perplex and haunt me. Until
i am filled with dread.
I cannot decipher the significance of this madness...if it be madness.
For the Demon Mountains have obstructed my roadway,and gloomy clouds, my
vision.
And the etching imprinted in the sand mimicks mazes of infinite
complexity compelling me as if by a trance, to circle again and again.
It has even penetrated my nocturnal solitude, flooding it with distorted
illusions of startling porportions.
To my well worn blanket and clutched desperately, shivering under it's
suffocating embrace.
Consolingly I imagined pebbles tossed into the pond and the circles
within the circles expanding...expanding to oblivion.
Beyond the frayed edges of my blanket I beheld the dying embers of the
heavens slowly flicking out and the dismal darkness dissolving into a
yellowish grey.
Until fatigue and exhaustion lunes me as prey to the writhling jaws of
that inevitable spiral canyon that has found me.

To watch as time moves on and dream of something in the future makes it
hard to decide where to go. Confusing as it may be in the end we find
the answers searched for in the beginning.


G

Wish I could read your other work, I love stories of heritage.