My eyes now see the wanting shape of monkish form adorned with cape
and in the murk I can't escape his terror-torn tormented scowl
I hide my eyes but still can see his fingers reaching out for me
And cringe away from dark and danger from this ill-defined demented stranger
Eyes hidden deep within a cowl.
Meekly I turn but there's no haven from similar threats, as dark as raven
They grip my heart as though enslaven, as they creep and lurk in corners grey
I pray for respite from these spectres gloomily possessing their secret sectors
In my room their gaze unarming speaking of cruel intent all-harming
So that I know just who holds sway.
The shadows creep enclosing reason, swamp me like ectoplasmic treason
My eyes are closed but they hold season the phantoms running in my mind
I chant a mantra of silent soothing feeling their thoughts so disapproving
They take their comfort from my dismay and thrive on any overt display
Of dread and fear from humankind.
Then all at once the vision's fading leaving me with an all-pervading
sense that my mind was just persuading my heart to accept this state of fear
Yet deep within me are words unspoken leaving me dead inside and broken
Never again will my heart flutter no other words again to utter
Passive and mute till death draws near.