Between Worlds

Between worlds is a lonely place to be.   But I’d rather be drifting through stars, And getting lost in constellations Than wading down Metropolitan sludge. No need for navigation, I’ve been here a thousand times before.


Castle walls of mossened stone Etched in charcoal, left exposed To the wind and sharp presence of ghosts Looking out lonely, broken windows. They look at the moon stressing golden cliffs, Its aura stained grey by the clouds; Black shapes writhing like beasts Caged by the rocks. Lights flash, far and dim, From a world…