IN THE REALM OF DARKENING MUSE

''In grim realms of fantasies cloaked in dullness,
Life embraces death for its state is gone.
Devoured by the thick lust of darkness
Foretaste of the grave my soul sings thy tone
Upon grief the music tunes echoes of dread.

Trembling breath,stagnant as a dungeon's air.
Shackles of this hostile chamber seemed to chain
Even death's once cold sight for now despair
Shook my forlon thoughts with whirlwinds of pain;
To doom I gave dreams and fate was no threat.

Crimson time enthroned laments of my heart,
For in these ageing walls,grey and dusty
Mouldering limbs no more when I beheld art.
My chains,My soulmates, though old and rusty
Crowned me God and dished muse as daily bread.