Death's Dark Valley

Encroaching night's slumber christened by shadowy blight An endless fringe of melancholy shutters availing light A cloudy fondue spills over the eery slight A cold, transient wind doth the conscious plateau spite Sliding from the precipice of awareness on ethereal kite Descending into a listless valley; a barren, lonely respite Slipping, the cranial cavity shakes with trembling fright Each, guttural rivulet damming; the hydraulic ducts close tight A silent echo doth a dolesome requiem incite Anon, a rumbling tremor doth the last sound waves ignite Then into the foggy abyss, truant soul takes flight Leaving stilled-life form with no keen insight Left rotting on the doting canvas floor waiting for nature to requite