(with thanks to my dear friend, Tinka Boukes for the "seed" of this poem. i borrowed her title, although my write takes it in a different direction than hers. thank you Tinka.)

i lay in The Shawdows
safe from The Light
hiding in The Darkness
of Everlasting Night

my Mind wanders
to what is yet in Store
as in the greyness of Grey
i whisper "Nevermore"

my hands Reach
but there is no Clutch
my fingers Strain
but there is no Touch

my Soul has flown Away
only a hole Remains
my Whole has lost it's Being
all i Feel are Lost Pains

I lay in The Shawdows
slowly beginning to Rust
my Heart faintly Beats
Bleeding Dust