His obsession radiates deep

into realms of eternity of the most

dark, sinister, and raw nature

and he listens as the darkness of her

whispers in the deep midnight hour,

“Do you dare to love such shadows as me?“

He has become possessed by death

and witnesses stony skulls beneath

the grim moonlight of a land

where no light shines for the written word.  

He can hear the beat of the creatures

holding him imprisoned against

the dripping ink of his pen

while tasting lustful kisses within

the presence of his distant beauty

who he called upon while in

the wastelands of eternity.

“Love does not cherish

 the twisted mind of one

known as the unknown,”

she whispers in his dreams.

But, with the dripping of a pen,

he confesses to the darkness,

for his writes portray such shadows.

He has managed to cause grave sadness

through his words of everlasting shadows.

And forgiveness shall show his dark soul

that lies beyond the realms of eternity,

for he has not long to live,

he is merely a drunken soul on a dry day.

The sky whispers in her voice,

“He who is not dead is unliving

in the lands of my mortal thoughts.”

And now he immortalises those words,

carves them in stone on the night

he drowns in the shadows of her.