Impending Night

The dark of night always leads to hopeful light.

This is a fallacy,

A tale told of optimist’s lips

In a world full of twisted malice.

A golden straw to grasp

When all turns to shadow.

A strand nonexistent in the span of an hour.

An hour that is, in fact, an eternity.

An eternity that lasts beyond the infinite.

Eternity died the night the sky fell.

It crashed down with the fading stars

And I watched as it burned out around me.

I saw the lonely dove die

As gravity sucked love into doom

And all the essence of all that was

Perished as the feathers fell from my wings.

They drifted silently to fall on the black lake,

Disappearing into the inky waters

Like a sadistic song on the wind.

The hush came with deafening silence

And all I could hear was my own heart breaking,

The death cry of the last vestige of beauty

As it resounded in the aching darkness.

Dark leads to light, but then comes the night,

A predator swift, a beguiling shift.

Within stands the one

Who watched the death of the sun.

I am not certain how I came to survive.

All I know is what I know,

And what I know is no more than you know.

Riddles and rhymes to pass away time

While the shadows draw ever nearer.

Do I fear?

Do I tremble?

No longer.

Let them come, they are of my making.

They have come from me.

From my wings that fell into blackness.

From the shards of my shattered world.

From the stark emptiness of a broken eternity.

They breathe with my breath,

And feed on my life,

Growing with every struggling beat of my heart.

Acid rain falls upon my skin.

I feel it not.

It erodes my body in search of my soul,

But I laugh.

I laugh for it is not to be found.

It belongs to the dark.

It belongs to the shadows.

It belongs to the shapes from the black lake.

It belongs to a world that is no more

That died on the birth of a new dawn.

Light comes no more

For dark knocks at the door.

The night comes for you,

To encompass you too.

No escape from the black.

There is no turning back…