Dark Devices

Dark devices turn deep inside. Churning in deep secret places, Long lost to angel staring eyes. Hallow and dark stains seep Into what is and what will be, All or nothing at all along the ancient hall. The hum & tick of a well tuned clock… Of strange arts that turn & burn in deep side. Feeling oils of strange fragrance, drifts over & around; thrills me, Fills me with desire & dread! In strange devices, dark deep inside… Where Angels fear to tread… Dark eyes stare into that void, A void of soul & nothing old! I stare deep into my most secret of places, where my soul is kept, Deep inside… Deep… In black boxes stacked, Nine by Nine! Deep in my mind…