The Realm of Darkness

This is a song. Think "The Sounds of Silence"...


A seamless shroud of ardent black,
Null surrounds those vision lacked.
Thoughts reveal what only blind men see.
Truths concealed within instinctively,
Scenes minds mimic claustrophobically,
Serve to sustain,
The realm of darkness.

Disguised in clouds, shrouded in purple haze,
Amidst the sounds of a street-lined maze.
People talking that eyes can't see,
Virtual walking hypnotically.
Tethered strings held taut, unseen,
Provide brief refrain,
From the realm of darkness.

A candlelight can free us all,
From the blight of disparity's call.
A veil of shadows entombs the sight,
Of those condemned to roam the night.
Each early morning's radiant skies,
Becomes a day's new sunrise.
And breaks the spell of darkness.

Well past dawn's break of day,
Streaks of light quell midnight's fray.
Stars impale dark's private room,
Blue skies curtail impending gloom.
Scenes played out in silent words,
Soliloquies of voices heard,
Disturb the shell of darkness.

And when the final act's begun,
The night gives way to blessed sun.
Those deformed search for signs,
Of life reborn and better times.
Questions written oppressed men seek,
Answers hidden from the terminally weak,
Eternal frailties etched in stone,
Internally brailled, sins atoned.
Preserved alone in a Realm of Darkness.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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