Sweet Lucidity

My dark mistress cries out to me
Begging me to return to her sweet embrace
Promising me shelter in her world
Protecting me from Sol.

But here I sit under a tree
Alone in my thoughts
Cultivating my rage
Salting under my misery.

I must now accept fact
Amongst the dark side I now dwell
Walking the fine line between sanity and life
Playing with thought that most can't comprehend.

My soul now belongs to thy dark mistress
A stranger in paradise walking in its shadows
And my sanity relinquished to the stars.

A sweet lucidity


Morkael

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 250 AF.