Topic: Miscellaneous
Slender beams of moonlight enter,
This darkened chamber as I kneel.
Always fearful… Always a slave!
Frozen here - waiting…
Tortured forms wrought through panes of glass,
They loom as dust dances in the air.
Forming an image in my head,
Searing my darkened soul.
I raise my head to the sky,
Defying all in this tragic kingdom of lies.