Dark Vault – Poem – 8 –

All was back to normal
Or so he thought

Then she cut him a look
The darkness called
The darkness fell

But this time… things had to play out differently. This time… he was ready

Dark Vault – Poem – 7 –

There is good that comes out of darkness

There is power in darkness

The chase is fueled by darkness

The hunt is on through darkness

Until he finds his way to his lady

Dark Vault – Poem – 6 –

Where does it hurt?
Slipping tenses… feeling tense

Darkness needs light… to break the clouds… and show the rainbow of silver lined shadows

That’s where it hurts… good and bad.. and good….

Dark Vault – Poem – 5 –

Maybe a debrief
Maybe a bit of relief

Tentatively, the two process their grief
The only way to build new bridges over this riff

There were a lot of questions… that gave rise to more questions and sass…

Dark Vault – Poem – 4 –

The beast had awakened. Her beacon of light calling him.

Breaking free, the new passion, the only reason to raise back up… the resurrection

Dark Vault – Poem – 3 –

Just because he was tucked away some place safe didn’t mean he wasn’t looking

He needed his lady

She was his reason for being

So… he peeked… and was peaked

But she didn’t see… couldn’t see… wanted to see…

yet… safely tucked away… he watched… wondering…

Dark Vault – Poem – 2 –

That place… where men go to hide their hearts

That place… he hid himself from himself… this was the curse of being oneself

Cold. Safe. Tucked away. Alone.

The last place she wanted him to go

Dark Vault – Poem – 1 –

That moment when darkness falls… not the sexy desire kind

No.

The darkness of heaviness…. of a wound beyond words

The third and final part in the trilogy is about to take off.

A quick bit of housekeeping.. teasing..

the original poetic musing that launched this entire project