Primeval

This form ABBAABBA CDCCDC is an Italian Sonnet, one I had not tried before, so I thought I'd experiment. 

The subject of the poem came out as I was writing it, and it seems to belong to something dark, almost mythological, from ancestral race memory, hence the title. It is in two parts, but both are a journey of the mind to "the dark places of the inside".

Primeval

Gather darkness, here the night

Deep within the limestone cave

Under the earth, in this enclave

Flickers the tallow, palest light

And on the walls, I paint a sight

With ochres, charcoal I engrave

Hunt, and death, and early grave

Home the hunter from the fight

A wave is breaking on the shore

I climb the rocky crags of pain

Seeking opening, find the door

Come back where I was before

Now I feel my strength to wane

But I break free, amidst the rain