Something for those who tend toward melancholia...

by Vx

Darkness

Darkness slipped quietly under my door

Silently settling himself at the foot of my bed

A worn cloak hung over ragged bones

A hood shrouded his ghostly head

He didn’t move, or speak

Or even seem to know I was there

Just staring forward at vacancy

Whispering lips of a distant prayer

He seemed caught in a moment

Entangled in some waiting game

Or wrapped helpless in a paradox

Trying to figure out why he came

I did not stir to disturb him

He posed no threat to me

He had been my companion once

But I had set him free

We had walked down paths together

Ever desolate and bleak

Paths which can overwhelm

And drown the meek and weak

And though the things he showed me

Sometimes seemed all that really mattered

I found that my own thoughts and designs

Left his plans for me shattered

For darkness is a seductive thing

When taken for itself

But like a book that comes to an end

It is put upon the shelf

For me, I will not follow

Just one perspective in space and time

The authentic me is ever diverse

Combining light and dark sublime

And though I will always know darkness

He poses no threat to me

He had been my companion once

But I had set him free