Letters From the Darkness

I hope you will forgive me It’s hard to write this down These letters from the darkness Never meant to go to town. I sit upon the chimney As the soot blows round my hat I write upon a scroll of weeds About the horrors I have found. No demons or gargoyles Can bring the truth home You must look much deeper If you really want to be found Way down below the soul Is a place so dark and lonely Its breath is even foul I know this place to well For I have drank the wine From the fountain of despair You’ll find it in a bottle That you won’t want to share Looking up you will see down And dig you always must For a miners goal is riches But a fools is to pan for gold That lies upon the bottom Of the river named Styx. You think you know the secret But it’s all just a trick Your soul will never forgive The masters of the scrolls. Letters from the darkness No light shall ever see Just leave me here alone For I will never be free.