Quoth The Thought "Delusion Night"

Truth be told of this night
A faded start, no more light
I'll see the evening as it becomes dawn
And see the hated one to be born

You know a breathe that cannot escape
Indeed these feelings cannot help but break
Intrigued to the point I see not why
To the sky I must not lie

What happened to the eve of right
When I could still see the glistening black of night
A confusion I see now without little time
Needed to accomplish this to be fine

A welcome indulgence, what must I say?
I had not thought of anything till this day
Wonder again if this is right
Quoth my thoughts, "Not tonight"

I bicker with myself into the morn
Waiting, pleading, am I to be born?
Evil is in all, and all is in evil, vice to verse
Another thought has escaped and reversed

Hatched am I to the night so black
I hear a noise at my back
Quoth, "I hear not a sound"
Replied back, "Must never be found"

A hated intrigue is left at the door
Quoth the ravern, "Never more"
Shalt not yield thy master's thought?
Surely not the simple servant bought?!

Twisted knife in my back
As I, the evil one, am born to night black
I hear the sounds of whispers and screams
Little did I know these are my silent dreams

Running to the corridor, lost in the maze
Growing old and young without skipping a faze
Heated arguements, lost memories
Sorry, no time left for explantries

Heard a day not long from now
The ended dance, finished bow
Clapped applause as I stand to the audience
And what to know, I am the silence

Quoth the thought "Delusion night"