by Parrish Lantern
(Kent, United Kingdom)
Constance always said "sometimes"
Clear is, the path ahead I see
or as a dappled lake shaded by trees
Yet sometimes the path ahead's not
clear & in that shade, lies all my fears
My garden shines with heaven's light
The blooms revolve around suns bright
Yet hidden deep in shaded bower
Hides things that stare & creep & cower
I wish that I were dead
When all hell minions crawl my head
and all my thoughts to darkness led
I'd the paint the bullet my blood red
To stop my courting of this dread...