Beyond the underfoot of a portrait in the dark.

Autumn falls
in the house of leaves
where the book
of lost things
casts a shadow
on dream’s wall.
Against the daylight
gate, the midnight’s lair
beneath the rising moon
lies a bed of thoughts leaning.
The metamorphosis
of a metaphorical beginning awakes,
under the lake
drowning thoughts
within the darkness
chasing shadows.
The woods whisper,
a crooked tree
in black smiles
in the eyes of death,
the face of fear,
no sanctuary.
Gothic love affairs shriek
haunted by a figure
of the other hand
screaming beyond
the wall of sleeping.
In a world of grey matter,
much of madness,
more of sin
in the gathering
of dark reflections -
A portrait in the dark,
a montage of images
on the mind.