The Darkness

Within a field 
Lost of light
With Messages stuck within the light
Only to have their trails cut off
Nary a soul that can give them luck
Borrowed is meaning
Lost upon a narrowed mind is the message unclear
Sumptuous and scratching is the heart of a light
If anything that is worthy of the spirit
Never quite the mellow place
In the shadows that plumb the soul
Whether the light shall ever reach
Into the depths where no merriment awaits
Just a cold and callous place
A lacking light that fills a heart with need
Grief like a china train waiting
To pass through a place of beauty
With no look upon anything
None but a few black lilies
Fitting daunting beauty
There is no place like rome
Under the shade of a mountain
Here home is never quite sure
Does hand to hand combat play a tally?
Perhaps never quite a round you can win
Against something so manic
Unpredictable as a measure of hearth
Amidst the halt of passion
One can only hold it shy
Wherever lost in the Darkness.