This is what happens when I'm bored.

Golden days turn to endless night
A silence filled mourning
Loose the chains of slumber
Clanking, black, and smokey
Wails the darkened maw within
Crying out to be filled and whole
Foolish laughter claims the void
Madly circling for the kill
A mocker's jest his pointed tip
Weaving, dashing, dodging
Always close but yet to tumble
Further in, slipping close
Only to lurch away in fear
His dreadful leering laugh
Hiding scarcely his dread so close
Twirling ever near and far away
Barely looking, leaping, dancing
A mad breath upon the lips
Cackling amidst the tears
Wetly streaming, gliding, forming
Trenches cracked and writhing
Fires leap so gray and weary
Cloaked in flame the masks turn
Away, away, falling as they burn
Clenched in form, never ceasing
Ever near the dreaded fate
A gaping gasping never ending
Ceaseless screaming clutching hole
The song is his and yet not so
Weeping gently for his plight
The notes they sing far above
Never missing, never done
Crawling higher and then
Speaking to the one who hears
Who whispers words so gently there
Words he knew but had forgotten
Still he clings to his mistakes
Slipping ever nearer to his end
Chains encircled busy weaving
The circle of his fate well known
Knowing not their severed links
Beneath the surface and the kinks
Lays the dead whom cut the thread
And forevermore set him free
Foolish he who knew the gift but
Forgot the promise made before
His chains were bound and formed
Around his life not his yet so
He owes another from long ago
Sleep ye sound oh little one
For you must die to self for son
He who gave you birth anew
Tragic life and limb he slew
With a roar and word passed, died
Saving you, so do not hide
Sing of joys gold and awing
Knowing still what has been lost
Yet calling forth your every thought