Creep into the hollow soul
The dying embers black as coal
A thousand mysteries to be told
Of death, love and nights so cold
Listen to its screams and wails
Devoid of hope, no darkness pales
It yearns to drink the juice of life-
A pool of blood and rusted knife
It dreams to paint with ocean spray
To feed the world’s cryptic decay
And swim the lakes of primordial lust
Oh sweep the door behind the dust
It asks the crescent moon to shine-
Ignore the crow’s immortal pine!
I rest my head upon its shoulder
A crack of warmth begins to smolder
She laughs so subtle then chases the light
Darkness now restores the night.
