The Nocturnal Abyss

For now, in the created dark, I left the light
His eternal stone, now my life is over.
To see the future, is gone at night.
To try for power, fame and those eyed cliffs of Dover.

Shackled, invisible floors
For now all is gone, nothing here at all.
Power, fame and the eye’s of the moors.
See that, this is not I, but the wall.

In the abyss which my heart will fall.
Telltale dreams, of misery and awe.
The blood stained curtains, upon this wall

Here I stand below the trap doors.
The light seeps through, the narrow cracks.
Whips chains that anger those eyed moors.
Now anger me even more, into the abyss the cracks.

Ashamed of power, fame and those terrible lies.
Sinking into the darkness, I hear it call.
Once, twice, thrice, those cries.
Hidden, out of sight, into it I stand tall.

Now children, laugh in prayer.
In this moment, will the parents stop them?
Tell them no, like they care.
This child will leave then

Not come hitter, or spare the change.
They toss the basket to the side, the church collection again gone.
This time the order is rearranged.
Into the abyss, all is one, all is sawn.

Alack, the abyss doth move, it doth see.
Alack, it has no eyes, not any blue waved seas.