A proper introduction

A Poem by Perdition

If you lit this dark room and set aside all that was, every sound stilled in silence that holds you to your eyes, If you take apart the curtains laced in tear and place them again on a melting star-bit night, warm showers untouched, your presence, your past, the hunger to be the thought original, the heart that plummets, summits you to the quiet depths and whispers where all that's written by the shadow of Plato, if you find your end come sundown miles from the cold morning where remnants of light might still mind you in dream, surviving only the cotton web of a billion quilted lullabies, waiting for the teeth of me to come and hold you by graves into the wild cold conscience, to render our coming weight, our thunderous storm of summer, I will return as wild as twice broken, and across the desert lips by wing or gallop I will still be come winter a darkened room set aside for all that was written.