Waiting Shades

In the shadow'd corner
    of a mind's eye
there hides a darkness
    the eye tries
not to see
   by planting images
of light
   and bright flower'd
faerie gardens.

Yet in each shadow
   cast by light
dark shade waits
   and whispers
songs of pain
   and dark seduction

And the mind's eye
  slips
     ensnared
drawn deeply
  into dark
where shadows cling
   and feast.