Spotlight on the leafy corner

He fell and crashed down there,

From the schizoid heights, poor soul

Anathema to the fields of silver and gold

Now blanketed under nightshade.

 

I see the black water, churn in half-light

Slipping - the mud combines

Through dense woodland, beyond

Light-years pass - the same old tests

The grip of the old evil

The tortured feel of metal on ground

New moons rise

One solitary light in the distance

On the ridge, endurance and breath cold.

 

These choices drown the weary soul

A procession of stagecoaches, doors open

Sleep beckons, the golden stair drifts upwards

All silver, reins, buckles gleam, no substance

Jump in and drown, keep them happy

No longer attempting to care, ignorant

Spotlight fades from the darkness, no substance.