The arcade of Stygian

The arcade of Stygian
Let’s travel to the arcade of gloom
Where sadness prevails and loneliness bloom
Outside the village, around the walls
Where the village of love falls
Where the arcade of my broken heart stands
With it’s massive darkness it grands
The arcade where there is no light
For you all are going in as blind
The arcade where life is just a smidgeon
For it holds the mystry of being Stygian
—D. A