Foundation.
A dash of Gothic Poetry.
Title.
The Lost Soul in Dante's Dark Woods
(A lone voice whispers)
Lost in these unlit, creepy, dark woods
Past the moonlit Shimmering Lake
Standing here as I speak, this despair I always feel, which makes me weak
Tells me love is a thing that is so real
It's all I now know as I stand awake
In this new state
For the brokenhearted, don't sleep or weep
And when the mysterious singers in this darkness call out to me with sweet, mesmerising voices.
Each filled with such inescapable power
My pain slowly rises in my soul, hour by hour
As I'm watched by the eyes of strange creatures dressed in blue
Standing in crooked but neat lines
On the crumbling translucent walls of The Great Watchtower.
Who just loves to send me Red Raven notes that simply say:
Come over to us to renew
The Diamond Door is always open.
Be one of the Nixs
Follow our ways
To find the new you
Come climb the Great Watchtower walls
To drink deep from our wish-fed fountain and see past all the Black Mountains
No longer filled with urges to fight for love and light
But to become a lone Watchman of the Endless Night
I used to think I was strong
But these endless dark nights are so long
Is today the day I will wonder
If I'm wrong to fight the Nixes' many invitations
And go along to the Diamond Door
Beneath The Great Watchtower
And knock
Asking to join their mix
For nobody in The Great In-Between knows, I still miss you.
This swirling grey air and smoky fog make you look over your past life
In time
Causing parts of your mind to speak only in rhymes, and once it starts
The forgetting begins
It's why they think I need to be set free
By sending Red Ravens every hour to me
To be like one of them
The Nixs
Guardians of The Great In-Between
Bounded by a sacred oath to stand as Watchmen on the Great Watchtower
Unseen
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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