The Darkness In The Sky (Just Practice)

by ianblackpoet

 

I found myself among the dreary dusk.

Cowering in terror from the night.

I lay, forlorn, of fallen crest.

I lay, as ever, painfully alone.

My chamber seemed a mausoleum.

Every night, by my own hand, entombed.

My dreams were only that of silent rivers.

My dreams were only that of fallen souls.

 

I knew the night would take me.

I saw its beady eyes within my words.

I fought the endless dusk with every breath.

I fought the endless darkness in my soul.

 

And so I lay, subdued and weary.

And drew my last defiant breath.

Before I felt the night surround me.

Before I felt the darkness lurk inside.

 

I rose, awakened, from my tomb.

My mausoleum, left behind.

To the night, I fled in sorrow.

To the night, I now belonged.

 

Outside, the world was misted over.

By a veil of autumn rain.

The darkness in the sky was calling.

The darkness in the sky was absolute.

 

I ran until my very soul was sodden.

Until I, too, could be concealed.

The veil of shadowed gloom was calling.

The veil of shadowed gloom was absolute.

 

The night had wrapped me in its arms.

The night had bound me its web.

The claws of midnight fell like mist.

The claws of midnight tore my flesh.

 

I looked into the starless sky.

I wept a silent stream of pain.

My tears flashed golden light among the darkness.

My tears flashed golden light among the rain.

 

Like sacred feathers from the sky.

Sublime and radiant as the dawn.

Lambent angels fell to soothe my soul.

Lambent angels fell to sing me to my grave.

 

 

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