Candescent Twins

As a damp-green dunks
Fascinated by the plunged underworld
Some darlings dance, estranged from
Blaring sunlight

The marked floor bears the scars
Of hundreds and hundreds of
Cracked soles and tired limps
Marching past rogue pillars
Eyeing up every passerby, letting
Time and figures fly

With a shroud of fortitude
Two darlings stare at each other
Entwined
Lurching towards being unconfined
Yet they are latched into place
By dowsing panels, an endless twist
Of corridors and stairs
To dream of their escape
Would be to betray their very shape