Always it seems to me,
to come to Pass,
that tis in those melted Candle Stubbed times,
of great Looming Darkness,
Lo! for tis In those Blind and Silent Moments,
that your Words come to me the loudest.
it is in those dreary ages of sightless baiting breathing,
as i Huddled hunkering down in Terrified Acceptance
that your whispered words long carried off by the foul winds of entropy
carry back upon etheric winds through impossible dimensions
to Settle Back into the Rushes around me
you Speak to me at those Times often,
A Merciful Succor to the Downtrodden
like a ghostly comforting Light
that Banishes those quieter places,
that Hide spryly tween Lost and vaulted Vales
where the innocuous shadows of your Actions,
Play out their Kettle Drums upon scorched Walls.
your Fortitude Steels itself like bar'red Iron
Smiling out like coal-covered Braces
Bare, and Simple, yet Tightly Streched
Supporting this illusionary Masonry
its own Load Bore up
by it's very own, Unearthly,
Pale and Ancient, Circumference. -S.R.R. Apr.'12