Though this be your castle
shadows seen long upon it's walls
forever a memory in me;
So tall they stand against light,
move sigilously throughtout it's halls.
-Like escaping, are they-
I ask myself,
might there be more shadows?
Maybe of me?
Maybe in...
places where I’ve been naught,
that no one knows? -or so I think
Tenderly icy sea
it's fresh waters now encapsulate me;
sands so white, so pure.
And still I am caught in this cursed shadow fantasy.
Easily, I move my hand
while I plan to stop this mystery;
your body a vision so naked I endure,
enjoy in times of twilight with drunken air like wine.
Now every muscle in me, tense, expectant,
suspense creeping towards me, condensed
as I put out the light.
Your manly body -visions, reality
in my mind, delirious notions-
the sun now sets in ways I don't understand-
Or is it day, the apocalyps of the world
I don't comprehend, but I want to, need to...
Or my secret of secrets will be within me again.
So, I sit, ponder, and yet once more,
I fight naught cursed shadows on the wall.







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