Darkness is thick outside
Waiting to grasp my mortal soul
Waiting for me to enter it
So it could enter me
But, I shall not give
Up my soul, for
It is not yours to
Take, Venomous Darkness
Were it up to me, the
Luscious Orb would not drop
And your spikes would not
Descent upon the Earth
But, it is not up to me
And my will is not strong enough
To resist;
I must leave my sanctuary sooner or later
July 6, 1996
