Always on, always burning. There is a lamp that never goes out. The light across the bridge, the light at the end of the tunnel, eyes in the dark that watch your every move. For every champion of the light, there lies in secret something far more sinister. But just as there lies the body of the Sinisterium, so too is there the light. May harmonic balance find you and retrieve you from the depths of this eternal oscillation so that you may see the light as much as the dark. To walk not between worlds, but within one world. Find yourself now, arbiter of the unbroken. I hope you all like the poem today.
Blindspot
Is there anybody out there?
Searching, never finding
Plentitudes
Of loneliness and solitudes
Staring down at screens abound
Wishing only i could hear the sound
The angelic hymn and calming tune
The hope to hear your voice again soon
I feel so lost amidst the dunes
Shifting sands
Far from home in distant lands
Skin so burning
Stomach so turning
I only hope that i am learning
Peering out at ancient monoliths
Think of you, i hope to share with
These old bones and ancient myths
Try again to find the pith
Specters haunt and do surround
The darkness always finds a way around
Poems by Sam 