Grey Fingers
These moments of grey darkness lay upon me just as surely as blackness covers the earth at night. I know in my heart that darkness is only here for a short time so I am not afraid.
When this darkness befalls my tiny world I embrace the rims of my sanity.
Slowly the grey fingers blanket my mind. I can hear the sounds always beckoning me to come away. I dare not venture far into their shadows. Coldness drapes her veil across my body as gently as a satin wedding gown never to be worn. Softly the motion ripples across my soul and the flicker of my flame diminishes.
Words echo throughout the chambers of my mind. Winged dragons sing their ancient dying song. Tenuous words hanging weakly in the air. Comfort wraps its failing arms around my shoulders oh so naked and bare. If I be gone today who will stand with pride to collect all of my tomorrows...