Drifting Through Time
Drifting through time,
In a torpor sublime,
With the shutters of pain for a cell,
Darkness my rhyme,
With dismay for a chime,
Like a maddening, pitiful bell.
Drifting through space,
But a wight in disgrace,
With depravity marking my way,
I ready my face,
For the perilous chase,
Through the catacomb tumult of day.
Drifting through hell,
With regress as a spell,
That delivers a pionioning force,
Alone in my shell,
Neath the breakers high swell,
I’m a remnant of Adam of course.
Drifting through dark,
Under midnight so stark,
And the palace of history torched,
Hate for a lark,
Aye, a devilish mark,
And a destiny badly debauched.
Drifting through cold,
With my mind as my mould,
So mercurial, aye, it’s a mess,
Satan’s wry hold,
So despicably bold,
In the clothing of Hades I dress.
Drifting quite mad,
Through these vistas so sad,
With humanity lost in the fray,
I note that I’m glad,
Of the love I once had,
Even though it has now slipped away…
adamdaniel 