22 August 2010

The Sonnet of Sunset

Autumn shadows waiting all seek their wits,
to haunt the dusk and wait for nether realm,
vague and meek the watchers wait in the pits,
staring blindness venturing at the helm,
thick darkness blowing as they treat the cell,
whispers behind every fallen pace,
and certainly something living in hell,
as close as time so quickly cant erase,
the light dare not tread where the devil knows,
be the lord of darkness where seething breathe,
where terror faults the strongest of the foes,
without their face, the dying merchants teethe,
dissemblance prayers wont awaken the dawn,
for with tooth and nail hope is surely gone.