my place takes in the sun
and holds in the warmth of day
my place absorbs the joy
for it shall not go away
the rooms are a soft golden color
as warming to the heart as can be
it is relaxing and soothing
as is the resting place of me
it is a realm of shadows
where spirits migh very well dwell
it is the cool caress of darkness
a sweet invitation to hell
My place dances in warm colors from the sun
light reds, and golds, and changing hues
it rest in the swirls of darkness
of black, greys, and midnight blues
freedom and damnation
order, chaos, right and wrong
sorrow and contemplation
the mecabre tunes of the poets song
my place is not a haven
it is not a home or place to go
when finally you come to my place
believe me damned one...........you will know
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