Dark Domain

 

Though some may wend their way, in heartfelt prose and verse

They should look around them, at a world, under a devil's curse

For the flock is without a shepherd, for there are no gods above

With no one to protect them, from an iron fist, in a velvet glove

And if you're there, a special one, amongst the bustling throngs

You're as ethereal as a memory and unable to right the wrongs

Mayhap your invisible way is righteous, but what thrives is pain

As the silent masses, bow obedient heads, in their dark domain

There's a path they tread, to the nowhere, of the haunted hollow

But trapped in their unreality, it's where they're forced to wallow

And though unfettered souls may soar, to find an alternative fate

They know, they're lost, behind imaginary lines and can't escape

In idyllic reveries, there's solace, but the dream will fade and die

For in an unbalanced paradigm, whimsical words, will not apply

From an ocean's roar, to the rolling hillside, or even a sleepy dell

There's so much beauty, that may bewitch, but it's a devil's spell

Within each shimmering, eternal summer, of an everlasting day

There are always shadows cast, upon a path, of a different way

So listen to the enrapturing birdsong, above, as if it's not in vain

And keep it hidden in your heart, but afar, from the dark domain