Depraved Wretch

I remained
enveloped in darkness,
a depraved wretch of despair.
My creation of delirium,
such ravings of insanity.

Darkness of the Night

My life force
is a dreary November night.
The rain against the panes
my candle nearly burnt out,
the glimmer
infusing life into me.
People did not understand
I was borne into the darkness of the night.

Midnight Darkness

She stood there,
together in the midnight darkness
with her lover. They swayed and stumbled forward
over the edge
locked in death's embrace.