Dark Spirits (The Woodlands, Texas Night, 2009) — Image by kenne
Dark Spirits
Seems like only yesterday
Just last night about midnight
Drinking in the devil’s eye spirits
On a warm southern night
All alone gazing into times past
Hexed by the light in the dark
As long contorted snakes twist
From the devil’s eye in the sky
Each playing tricks on my mind
As I listen to distant rhythms
Moving to blows of the breeze
Beating to the tune of the chimes
Feeling passion in my veins
Knowing it’s not easy
To fight off these dark spirits
Binding me in uncertainty
There are no words to describe
Still, I keep trying
Turning circles, time and again
To make these feelings go away
Seeking to liberate myself
From this arduous situation,
I maintain an ember
Still feeling the heat of night
Perhaps it’s time
To put on my garb,
Yet I’m not ready for the gate
I was there, now I’m here
kenne
