On the Wings of an Ant, Verse 2

In my room, in my place, silent and secure,
I can feel my soul, myself sinking into night...
Midnight creeps circumspect
Pours through the cracks in the walls
And there it collects.
In the cobwebs amidst the shadows
Blooming like a weed of delight ...
And despair in a cavern
The sunlight neglects.