Chamber

Dark fantasies ride glistening moonbeams through my chamber window.

They dance their strange ballet on cobwebs in the flickering candlelight,

before they abide among the dusty tomes.

The tapestries strain to muffle the sound of my breathing,

and the frantic scratching of my quill across the dry parchment.

The moon slowly retreats behind thick clouds,

and the moonbeams are pierced by raindrops until they fade.

The raindrops do their melancholy waltz on the sill,

as lightning drives the dark from every corner of my chamber.

I smile as the thunder awakens something deep within my soul.

Somewhere outside my chamber door, a heavy chain drags the floor.