~ ~ Bete Noire ~ ~
By FirePoet •
Taking my quill in hand
I am but a shadow
Bete Noire
Solitary confinements echo
Years ago I awoke
Confused within, but without a conscience mind
Ensconced
Maintenance for survival
The darkness inside, growing
Snuffed out any remnants mortal
Extinguished
After-burning vestigial
The Blood is the life
A goblet to my lips, lifts
Subsist
Donors voluntary gifts
Displaced within circumstance
Reguarded, as a beast ready to maul
Solitude
Soul's imprisoned wall
By shadows forsaken
Crest-fallen crimson idol's, enduring
Immortality
Only perpetual living