A rather dim lit view

A dim lit view of a place I once knew

A place which is capable of feeding my joy

A joy that some call an oddity

As my cheeks begin to  secede

My teeh appear: a grin that expands each second in this place.

I soak in the darkness that surrounds me

It's the absence of color that soothes me

Darkness almost consumes me

Yet, when I call it by name it heeds

All its attention direct toward me

I am the overseer of this place.

I alone can control this

I alone am able to rollick in this

I alone defeated this

Darkness iy my beloved

Darkness is my demise

Yes I am consumed

Yes this is actuality

Yes this is mine

My fightful throne.

A throne of despair

A throne that is odd

A throne that suits me

I have been crowned.