A plait of question marks glowing gold
Fell to the ground,
I climbed this curious ladder until I found
A monster one should not behold.
He had no teeth to terrify
No eyes molten with hell-hewn rage
No den, no lair, no impressive cage
No fiery breath from which one could die.
He was not the darkness of the tower
But the darkness of my wandering mind
That darkness which has the strongest power
That darkness which keeps man forever blind.
I tried to kill this grotesque beast
But no weapon could kill the stubborn fixation
No weapon could upset his daily feast
Of the sweet figments of my imagination.
Every day I reach the tower again
And hope to end this loss of years
End this climb of the golden mane
And finally conquer the darkness of my fears.
By Sarah Mills.