isolation

the darkness that lurks beyond,
behind unseen corners, far from the clutches of comfort,
with their villainy, a craft vilified and forbidden,
are unfound inside this expansive paradise
where humanly yearnings spring,
celebrations aplenty, merriment spellbinding
vowing eternal happiness

clasped, in this unseen fortress
are irreplaceable treasures and peace of mind
a trove of filling feasts and cotton pillows await

as the motherly, easeful blanket warms you 

in the dead, cold midnight where beasts galore

while bloodlusting, pale ghouls roam
outside the sturdy might of these palatial walls

inside, the columns are adorned of jewels,
antiquities from remnants of ancient civilizations,
atop is a velveted sky of heavenly paintings,
illustrating glories, mights, and feats
but i hear distant echoes, calling my name,
compelling me to heed their urges

to break free and shatter this illusive prison

in the misty gardens, rose flowers eternally blossoms
as its silky petals glide downwards,
caressing still pond waters that bubbles contently
and gushes of exuberant winds dances in the misty air,
within the confines of my lush, springtime mirage
are sights to behold, beauty immemorial
so must i still venture outside?