Chris is a freelance artist working and living in Lincolnshire, England, where he produces a variety of artwork,
poetry and music. Most of his work has a surreal, spiritual, hauntingly dark edge to it, and his poem "The
Keeper," has recently been chosen to open a forthcoming book. To view the art or contact the artist please
visit his website. http://www.OutoftheDark.info

The Last Disaster
I set the world up out for change
Dynamic quarters
Somewhere strange,
To bend the laws of space and time,
Cleanse my soul from devil's crime.
Nothing lasts forever now
Nothing's whole
No matter how
We might appear
And what we knew
Is what we know is surely due
To battle both sides
Till time comes
The fabric breaks down
Crawls and numbs
And those with too much bad inside
Will fade away as though they died,
To lay the record straight for good,
The system failed just like it should.
But you should take your part and place
Play your cards out
Make your case
And stay here just a little while,
Take a breath to reconcile
That choice is laying in your hands
And good and evils' last demands
Are waiting in and out through you
And play a part in all you do.
We don't know what may come for sure
Or what remains
Of what before
Our minds are freed
And nothing waits
Our lives are given to our fates.
I hope you don't forget that love
Is all that lasts to me.
Chris Darley
The Ghost
I don't know why it seems to me
Like everybody's got,
A side to them
A part
A piece
That's something I am not.
I've seen your ways
Those cold displays
That worn and twisted smile,
Through craved disease
To beg and please
I wonder all the while,
To see the person underneath
The feigned and frightened host,
In all your guise I stand at ease
For I am called the Ghost,
And you may see me
Here and there
And you could call my name,
For I appear in watch
In fear
Relief to stop the game,
To feed from you
Your doubting here
Is what will make me strong,
My watchful eyes
Can see your lies
And all in you that's wrong.
So what is this displayed?
A taunt?
A warning in among,
To those who choose to feed the beast
By dying to belong?
Yes I will haunt you
Yes my friend
Until the end of time,
And in your shadows I will live
As payment for your crime.