Sinister clouds drift above to weave a moonless night.
The darkness slithers in like an assassin’s stealth.
Neither rich man nor pauper holds a court advantage.
All is equal for the night is never bribed by wealth.
These lucid dreams paint a thousand vivid deaths.
With each threshold you pass to the next realm unaware.
Mocking laughter echoes in the gloomy corridors of sanity
as you descend to your doom down endless flights of stairs.
Draped in the ornate tapestry of lurking nocturnal madness.
Ensconce your fading hope in a tailored mortuary shroud.
To swallow this poison pill you have been prescribed;
you must at first surrender to what makes you proud.