Dark Place

There is a dark place

Where good touches the skin of evil

And is disguised under a hideous cloak.

Where liars stoop down to their level

Underneath the black shadowed oak.
 

This place of forgotten kindness and virtue

Is cold with tangles of clammy branches

It is a place where the enemy targets you

Where death crumbles in avalanches
 

This cursed dungeon of regretful despair

Is expanding its walls into deeper depths

Now, sadly, it can be found everywhere

To the lost and lonely and all the inept.
 

Beware all of the dark wrath

Of the hidden stair steps that lead below.

We trip and fall down that wretched path

And then there is no place to go.