Mon Oubliette

Shunned, despondent, wrongly accused

thrown to this hole of perpetual darkness, solitude...

to permanently be confined to, mon oubliette;

this newly found reality is as macabre as it could get

for the icy chilled cobble thats been masoned for the walls,

from the overlay top hatch, thats been adorned by iron bars

to the skellies strung up high, to decorate thy dwell

bequeathing a false impression, as if, welcoming to hell.

the flambeaus' frenetic fire, flashes from the walls

while the mocking sound of laughter comes from farther down the halls

but my foot has run a ground as i step out, from my lash

while the soldiers at the top, commence to, coiling their braid back.

The cycles of my mind maintain its full resists

as the rescinds in which I've compiled still futilely persist:

"I'm endemic of the humane,

rarely fraternizing with the profane

how could one as I, be the target to this blame."

but surely as; a knight should court his dame

the soldiers and they're arms, came and placed me in the blame

so they knocked in their fletch

and with my fate in their aim

the shot that they took

has turned my existence into shames...

I raise my brow up high and look towards the roof

that the men that were there, standing all aloof

have all but departed they've gone their separate ways

and forever I sit here shrouded in this dark veiled haze

"DAMNED!!! by this world, left to die here in this funnel

my twisted new perspective: "light at the end of the tunnel..."

a droplet wells' up and falls from thine eye

I put my head in hands and feverishly cry

bellowing out, as I fall to all fours

turning hope into hopelessness,

as I drop down to the floor...