The Shadowed Room

It shouldn't matter that the lightning flashed
or glints of icy rain lashed beyond wide curtained windows.
They were another set of connections;
of mother earth's perfections warning me I had no time.
The fire's embers, the only source of light
I needed to last the night, glowed dull. Me cross legged in thought.

All the demons in my head had vanished
temporarily banished by my enforced quiet.
But somewhere deep inside subconscious mind
not all thoughts would stay behind - ashes drifting slowly up.
The light of my existence is dimming,
ashes in my eyes swimming, ready to blind and take me.

She enlightened my way until the dark
that trailed behind her, lay stark, ready to eclipse my life.
She? She was my wife and natue's daughter
but in lies I had caught her and flames I made consume her.
Now her mother's stormwould have me decide
the timing of my death ride, havng woken me from calm.

I wasn't feeling this as contrition
just another ignition of which all my life was made.
So I stirred and prepared my match to light,
preparing to leave in brightness that was real irony.
The petrol vapors I began to breathe.
I felt it was time to leave and meet the Lord of the dark.