The Outsider

A cheering light

I've never seen

My days are bleak

Sans the serene

These ancient walls

I never left

From balming sleep

I've been bereft

Solitude has always been my lot

Cobwebs and shadows, rats and old toads

How long I dwell in here I seem forgot

In smell of ages gone and putrid moats

There is bitter comfort

In my ways that have no sun

Through ruins of decay I hunt

I am the eidolon

I linger on old graves

I exist unseen

The outcast and the wretched spawn

I am the unclean

For in one night

I touched the cold

And polished glass

Thus had insight

A fiendish ghoul of gruesome shape and view

Stared at me in fright and awe

But once I took a closer look I knew

The dreadful horror - myself I saw

There is bitter comfort

In my ways that have no sun

Through ruins of decay I hunt

I am the eidolon

I linger on old graves

I exist unseen

The outcast and the wretched spawn

I am the unclean

I feast upon the beauty

Of things that others shun

In netherworlds and crypts I dwell

I am the alien one

I wallow in the old world

In things that they condemn

Through solitude and shadow

The outsider I am