Amoral in Balmoral

I wandered again
in faraway world,
where there is no known
concept of humanity.

Our being of light
can be quickly estinguished
when we are like
the moths atracted to
the fire on consciouness.
Lock Ness kind of monsters
are visiting me
after closing hours,
I am shaking a bit,
breathe and wake up.

Like a lost pup,
I close the gap,
no wings to flap,
I am once more
back into my universe,
back home,
after I almost
got lost
far beyond
the end
of the world.

No shield, no sword.