Time carries on through the long night

washing over tender memories

stealing my thoughts one by one

until there are none

Emptiness is my grail

upon which I pass

through this endless sea

black skies around me

I bring all my senses together

the inner eye opens

the forge that prepares the light

relentlessly searching the heavens

My golden chalice is dry

worn and aged fingers pry

foreseen in my iniquity

I am still myself, I...

Abide the gothic horror of my life

loosen the baying hounds of night

to pray upon my wandering soul

within my heart they take their toll

Soul is in darkness

flowing down

a great river of black

golden lamps to light the way

They cast their wan glow

to be swallowed in the dark

ever changing the steps I take

in this emptiness I forsake.....

Jory M. Earl