Through darkness, soaked in fear
I ventured forward to the sound.
Then darkness whispered in my ear.
Clinging on to what I’d never found.
It spoke to me as if we’re akin.
And its words were so assuring.
I knew it was darkness; it was sin -
As always, charming and alluring.
And I knew that all of me –
Was just a tiny part of it.
And though, its words
Were filled with wit,
There’s one truth darkness
Tried to skip:
It was my master, and I - its slave.
It was our secret I would take to my grave.
Copyright © Elliot Ghastly | Year Posted 2019
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