Middle earth

The eerie voice

Drifts from snowy caverns

Drips from dangerous distant stalactites

And I rise from a strange sleep, to follow the soulless melody

Syringes and hard boiled plastic deck the land

Copper wires lay discarded on the ice

Still throbbing mildly with oxidised blood

Keeping tune with the dead beats of decaying hearts, the angst of chalkboard scraping

I am gripped by a steel addiction, an unidentified affliction  

Harsh white light aims needles of oblivion at my phantom cerebrum

A visual monitor that is carved into a blade shows me vaguely familiar images

A surge of fire is stifled, destined not to burn

It’s going to be a long winter

Monkeys covered in wire wool clamber to warm me

Their eyes are like granite

Inert, impressive

Terror grips me, icicles pierce my chest

I run for warmth on a floor polished with my plasma

Run for release to a dark beach

Of mercury seas

Deserted waves weep tinsel onto shingle

Shingle tingles

As a spectral resident attempts to immolate herself, unsuccessfully

A lethargic rage echoes through the expanse

In the midst of all this is evident the sound of slow, hollow breathing

My eyes are pulled to a bench of daggers on which sits a thin man

A mane of iron filings shimmer down his back

And he waves his arms as if in a trance

He conducts a mass of black energy into a flaming peephole

White energy, he puffs up into vast space

The grey energy- the one that is like dust but glitters in sunlight, the one that resembles me

He keeps, locked in the middle earth