If you would indulge me another poem!

Obsidian Darkness

 Amorphous and cold.

An obsidian darkness I cannot explain comes over me.

Is this it? Is this the end?

How will I face it?

On my back, quivering and afraid, or on my feet, bold and courageous?

Will I be able to choose the time and place?

To see, to know, to fear, is all we want…

And not…

An obsidian darkness comes over me and I am free at last. Free at last.