See the world that defies the light.
Recluse, renounce what we call the core!
Sing and laugh seeing this world of lore,
that which heretics crave and sinners tore.
Join my realm, take your invite,
witness my hell behind the door.
Darkened skies stalk my soul.
Not simple rain, but burning cold.
Sands tear at my toes on the midnight shore,
as I gaze into the murky more.
Why!? Crude death has taken its toll.
It was once my home,
now just a hole for my soul.
My pet, my golden hound.
He roams the beach, chasing fowl.
Such a sight I enjoyed, I'm told,
but all I remember is the liquid coal.
Hak, hak...this cry, a whimper.
No, not my dog of gold!
Curse you, curse this blackened hole!
The black took him... took him!
My little golden soul.
This is the first part of a poem that I'm writing about something that I feel strongly about. I didn't want to continue it, but I'll finish it later when I have some time. I'd like to get some thoughts on it so far.

