The Deep

The world is deep in its mystery
and here at the brink, I sit peacefully

A shroud of dark sweeps up to the fault
where light and warmth do stay the occult

But The Deep is far more intriguing to me
than a thousand wonders of man’s vain decree

There in The Deep my senses are blind
but the life within is honed and refined

Forms that are winged cry out in the dark
and those on four legs raise their voices with heart

Footsteps I hear in the darkness beyond
my companion in black bears his teeth out of bond

These nostrils fill with fragrance
and this breath comes as vapor

Here faced by The Deep
I sling words, onto paper

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