A boy it was, who found the path.
He was blind to light from above.
Among the dead he walked in the wood,
His companion an Urisus of the North.
With hand upon silver fur they walked,
Companions of a strange world.
The dead walked along with hope.
Revenge will return,
I have foreseen it.
Draped in robes of mortality.
I do not fear the end of my torment.
But to wait an eternity in my guilt,
That is the hell from which She was spawned.
I am a martyr in my innocence,
Executed by a memory sincere.
You knew I would have remained loyal,
To the end we would have gone.
Except I saw more than you ever wished me to see.
So now my spirit hangs forlorn and lost,
Among trees never meant to grow old.
Until one day, when footsteps of truth,
Will break the bonds of your wicked black lies.
I have a secret, Dark and dangerous,
From long when the world was young.
It’s from the heart of a jealous man,
Long corrupted with power untold.
And now I come seeking the wood,
To bury what I alone know.
-M.E. Ink Owl
Sadness it was, with a touch of dew,
That wreath your head in gray crowns.
Silence of forgotten sounds echoed.
Deep within the wood unyielding,
We’re soul runs from mortal flesh.
Lies and secrets long held close,
Whispering of the end.
Unholy speaks the mouth of Darkwell.
Fathomless, yawning, oppressive.
Drawing in the waters of life,
Pass on the cup of youth.
A channel to the Gods?
Some speak of it as a window open onto infinity.
Like a womb of the cosmos Darkwell carried all life.
A progenitor it was, for the people of the world.
Light and energy drew in,
A space of nothing lay waiting.
Filled it was, with sound, substance, and life.
In the beginning was Darkwell,
In the end Darkwell will be.
From darkness awake,
Place naked limbs in robes of mortality.
As the night passes, and the day dawns.
Revealed the world is,
Through the waters of Darkwell.
I saw it once, upon a mirror’s surface.
Braides of water twining round a hidden lip.
It was beneath a full moon’s light, I felt the attraction.
Darkwell called to me.