Eternal

A banshee cries from deep within
Imprisoned far beneath the skin
It knows of places hidden here
Each secret chamber filled with fear.

No place is safe from watchful eye.
A tear-stained face at once is dry
The vastness feeding terror's might
By building up its appetite.

A thrashing, gnashing voice begs out.
This timeless battle losing clout.
Your senses pounding searching for
A frantic grip of strength once more.

No slight of night could dare contain
The seething creature's throes of pain
A last attempt to force an end.
Relief sighs deep upon the wind.

Far beneath that dark asunder
I can hear the violent thunder.
It climbs up from those dark, damp depths
And breathes new life with words not breath.