Esacpe To The Cobbles

Through the Fenestra, is it day or is it night
Craving the suns glow on my bark
Climbing the stairs a waxing moon in my eye
The power and confounding allure hard to resist
Still the chance of warming rays to appease the swain
Darkness fills the room, a dark dawn of realisation
A chance to escape to the cobbles refused
Dark images remembered again and again
This is not me, this is not who I am
But for tonight the darkness is embraced
Tomorrow the cobbles await

by The Durk

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