Y'golonac

[The Silent One]

For we tread unknowing,
That 'neath our feet,
These hollow wraiths,
There lies the one,
Without a face;
These moors of night,
Rest sans light;
He within us all,
Beyond the wall;
Who choses to hide,
Deep inside;
To walk among men,
Ever again;
He doth and we still,
For our ill,
Still we tread unknowing.

[barrywood]

Good one, J. Malerman. I'm usually not a poetry lover, but I enjoyed this piece very much. Keep up the good work!

[unknown]

I'm getting a Lovecraftian/Poe-ish(in language) feel from it. Very cool.