CAMELOT FANTASIES

Breaking down the barriers of old
Darkness creeps up
Like a fog across warm waters
The air is crisp and cold
Making the little hairs
On the back of my neck
Stand to attention
Staring at the full moon
Noting the lightest speck
Fear engulfed the enjoyment
Of others
Raised my obsession
Loving the ink blackness
Feeling of home
In this strange eerie appearance
Of this hallows night

~Divine