What do you feel when the darkness come
Your heart beating like a drum.
A lovely blanket covering the land
or spidery fingers upon Thatnos’ hand
Chilling tinglings of fear down your spine
or dark embrace soothing every time.
Does the monster under the bed set you a fright
or the beast inside you make the monster seem light
The darkness within is tempered with your light
only you may choose what is right.
What is it to be forbidden?
Is it thoughts that come to you unbidden?
Were you told that was something akin to criminal?
Something that was almost subliminal?
Was it terrible and dark?
Or rather raw and stark?
Does it set your heart and soul afire?
Are you afraid it will condemn you to hell fire?
Is it banned for what inside is written?
Is it Forbidden fruit that is yet to be bitten?
Who Forbids it and why?
You must decide, let alone or touch the sky?
For if no one did what they were told not
then so much of this world would not have been begot.