Dark Descent

I am of a world in between

Seldom seen by common folk

Apart from reality

I thrive when I’m alone

I’m the unknown

The mystery

A moment of suspense

A coin in a wishing well, just before it hits the surface

Across and Out of Time

Turn of the century

A millennia come to pass

I am an artifact

A remnant of the last

Out of place in either

A man out of time

Old soul suspended on a wire

My precarious position

Hung up on reality, despite my ceaseless wishing