In first it creeps Not with a jolt, But pin-like fingers Of assault, It scurries round Rather than linger, Awakens feelings Of pleasure; But danger. I opened up the door a crack It seemed harmless looking back. Should I close it For a passing prickle? Or to withstand And not

How has the domain of darkness So disguised its self as light? There you sit as in the shadows And the chains of death but yet The world says “this is life, And yes what life is all about: To sit in darkness as if light, To raise your bound