Haven
The abyss yawns and gapes,
Inside the blurry shapes
Of demons writhe and roll
And dance, upon your soul.
Beyond the inky space
Of Hell, there looms a space
Of silver stars, and blue
For you to stagger to.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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