It's Pitch Black... (Tournament Piece)
It's Pitch Black
The perfumed air dances through the hall,
Calling me towards her... Yet she withdraws?
Scrawl etched across the parchment lies dormant,
My eyes move from side to side rapidly - Absorbant.
Realisation reaches out and lifts the shroud,
It breathes air through my horrified mouth.
My limbs grow numb and shake uncontrollably,
Arms flail as my mind comprehends the complexity.
My body now framed in its position casts a long shadow,
Peering out through the stained glass at the meadow.
The crackle of thunder in the distance slices my shape,
Momentarily my mind embraces understanding - Only to return too late .....
She sings to me...
My legs recoil as the blood warms their artic pathways,
I race through the castle... The corridoors like a maze.
The cackle of laughter echoes through my cranium,
I feel like a toy to spectators in my own Colleseum.
The sound reverberates off the stone structures,
Illusion sends confusion through my retinas in tiny punctures.
"THEY'RE IN MY HEAD... IF ONLY I'D STAYED IN BED..."
He screams as he falls down the stairs - They run red...
Stumbling through the cavernous basement without light,
Dripping his blood - His heart missing beats - Plight.
My bare feet are met by the vast waves and curves of cold,
Withered legs fold as I scream... Grind across glass moulds .....
Yet I hear her...
Alerted of my position footsteps echo in the distance,
I know my life may be coming to an end in a meer instant.
Anxiously waiting for their arrival my torn hands raise,
I lift my torso up and rest on a wall and sing praise.
Yet I'm waiting for too long... Where have they gone?
I peer into the pitch black canvas mentally painting on...
Create a reality to understand... A reality I can comprehend,
Perfect world I crawl towards it... Until my brain amends.
Struck with disappointment I grow irratated - It was an imitation,
"Lies and perception expose the truth and deception" ......
I hear my name...
The blood travels through the cracked stone creating rivers,
I attempt to stand and follow it as it slivers...
Spreading from crack to crack it forms a path,
"Follow the red brick road" I chant as I unleash my wrath.
Swinging carelessly into the dark... Beating nature,
My mind flows back into certainty as it pictures the scripture.
It's pitch black... There's no light at the end of the tunnel,
I'm damned to darkness to continue my endless struggle .....
The voice fades...
I find...
Peace