Descrambled memory fragments

Yes I was daunted,by the
dark demonic dungeon dance
that was going on
for sometimes now.

But then, the capricious judge,
of my every act,
wasn't wary,
of the consequences.

As the trance halted,
and my vision narrowed,
all that was left,
was silence and myself.

An inhuman presence,
encroached upon my,
scintillating soul,
devouring its righteousness.

Later, there came upon,
a moth attracted,
to a feebly flickering,
fragile light.

Like an arch angle,
it lifted my spirit,
liberating it,
from a vexatious chasm.