The Blue-Green Madness

When you have reached the deepest depths

And felt blood on your fingertips

When you have looked to the abyss

And danced with devils just like this

When yearnings of a darker kind

Speak to the corners of your mind

When thoughts benign as cannon balls

Invade your heart’s most secret halls

When in a moment of regret

You shudder, wishing you had met

A presence hovering inside

That poisons you like cyanide

Cyanide but strangely sweet

A darkened angel, swift and fleet

That slips into your silent dreams

And stays when It’d be best to leave

And waits for you and calls your name

And senses when you feel the same

And reaches out, like breath of air

And touches, touches, everywhere.

And feels the beating of your heart

Does not withdraw, though you may start

Does not regret the water deep

The places lost, hidden beneath

Who hears the words you do not say

Who wanders far, when gone is day

Who does not fear the hounds that bay

Who comes to you at break of day

When you arrive at deepest sadness

Ride lighting until you have passed it

Oaths men take, then there they cast it

You look into the blue-green madness.