Halls of the Dark Muse

The Hidden Dark

Hark!
the song
all night long
of birds caress
deep where the hearts belong
found a hidden note of distress
a forlorn loneliness they would suppress
the shadow befallen the cries of a lark
such sadness that they would never confess
so haunted by their sweet mistress
a shade that knows its wrong
under duress
sound the gong
for long
dark.