This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use.

 

The crawling darkness. JR Manawa.

darkness falling from the wings of night

staircases sprawling

spiralling out of sight

down below the surface of the earth

down deep, deeper than your skin

dancing gayly we follow

unbeknownst to us what lies within

the deepest dark

the most hurting hallows

the candles drip

fading now, we watch their hanging tallow

or lips a curse of death

let me kiss you

for nothing much be left

and falling now

I

watch

your

step