Subj: Poem
Date: 12/31/98 1:56:50 AM Central Standard Time
From: Melody
Benighted my wandering soul darker and darker
into the night, into the silent shadows of recollection,
into the infinity of my thought
Lost to her, lost in my own Vast Psychic Forest
on the path from Dark to Black
icy echoes of past overtures wound my frozen skin
From under her eyes sing to the deepest of my soul
speak to me, bestowing the gift of sorrow
the gift of strength to burn within my loss
Mighty I now become
I am lost but not alone in this new cosmos
Feeble Screams call the forebears of my Quest
Black hills of my new conscious consist of my ancestral spirits
I "discover" my own chronicles - I am the spirit of their existence
I am them
My grief and pain are now my power,
Anger my guide, while she alone is
my hope as I am one with the unknown majesty of the night
Dark Shadows is a Dan Curtis Production.