The house in the dark, I used to live there
I walk in, the struggle and pain
Nowhere to go i remember
It was the middle of december
In my dark room, a beautiful creature rose
From the light of the moon, reflecting from the floor
It speaks a language only I knew
It says, I'm one of the few it comes to
I gaze into its eyes
Wondering if its from the skies
Or beneath the ground
Its voice has a beautiful sound
It invites me to the unknown,
Where journeys of the strange are shown
A sharp invitation is given to me
A flash of my whole life I begin to see
From the bad to the good I've known
Now I'm here without a face
I sit here again in the house with no trace
Sadness to joy, I feel free
Sure theirs people sad for me
This is me now, a part of the unknown
Where good and evil doesn't exist
I thank the beautiful creature
By me it sits
- Author: Dodger312 ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2017 01:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.