Dark Room Letter

Crest the stairs 
Atop the laughing rungs 
Of a breathless heartbeat, 
Banging a congo session 
In the sunset chest 
Dissapears light flares 
From over the hill. 
Pause.... 
Where lovers lock 
Meets golden key 
And negative thoughts 
Breaching mind, deserted dwelling 
That has taken on 
A missing smell; 
Love, long since decayed 
What candles scent 
Freshens, cleansing with sage 
Rid the echo of darkness 
Evil remains the comfort 
For a lonely soul's embrace. 
Righteous sounds of the tumblers 
Let you know, you still have a home 
Granted access to solitary confinement 
Madness mess, 
cleanest part of the place 
Where you regret 
To hang your face; 
Yet tis night's blackness different 
Plagued with a natural spotlight 
Singling out what litters 
A timeless table of a forgotten world, 
A letter, well placed, addressed 
To an old fool who has read of demise 
A million times, what makes 
This one so different. 
Earth quake hands 
And fumbling fingers 
Cannot unfurl fate 
At a quickening pace, 
For letters in a dark room 
Are never good news.....