In and Out of The Dark Side

‘Tis more and more often now that when I’m alone

I drift through the door and to the dark side I roam

The side where the wind always blows foul and cold

I shiver afraid and knowing that now I grow old

While in this place where there is no light nor no heat

cackling shadow disguised demons I am forced to greet

They demand restitution for all the sins of my past

Their skeletal hands reach to me…Dante’s own cast

I see thirteen looped ropes hanging like rotted fruit

To trees no longer living where the evil took root

Graveyards and defeated, old tired chapels of stone

No friends have I here I truly stand judged here alone

As the muted bells ring call the living to bury the dead

I hear familiar voices from past echo deep in my head

Aye, each time through this door I am lured to venture

It’s harder and harder to return home from it once more…