Into the Black

Ties that bind
in darkness flaring -
anger, rage and hate.
Running round in circles,
their denial just behind
and out of sight.

Crimson red into the black
of nothing there at all.

Crying out, in states of
the most awful fascination;
wondering just where
the love has gone.
Constant feel of being lost
within the emptiness.

Crimson red into the black
of nothing there at all.

Spark of light, a star
forever waiting to be born.
The void takes on
a shape and form
of shadows lurking,
threatening a finite state
of utter impotence.

Crimson red into the black
of nothing there at all.

Crimson seeking whitest white.
The light begins to fluctuate,
as rosy hues in colors of
the dawn's infinity
begin to feel the love
of shadow's form...

? Michaelette ?

1/11/2002
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