Slender beams of illumination enter

This darkened chamber as I kneel,

Always alone, always in pain,

Frozen here,

Waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as

Dust dances in the air,

Forming an image in my mind,

Penetrating my exposed flesh.

Terror on my face.

I raise my head, now crying out for

This uncaring darkness.