Written by: Stephen Parker

In a tranquil valley with banks dark and deep
Silted streams into dreary conduits seep

Shadows bearing yesterday's light on addled walls creep
Images from the dark recesses around each corner peep

Enchanting winds over the heightened senses do sweep
Animated figures from the bleary crevasses leap

Sorrowful clouds hover; o'er conscience penitent tears weep
In foggy redoubt, guarded fears and  insecurities do heap