The Darkness
Beyond the glimmering dusk
In the cruel whispering
shadows of beech and bough…
Alone, I wander, with only
the shimmer of starlight
to find my way;
The wind sighs of vague griefs
old and forgotten,
And Darkness, my liege and my comfort,
descends like a trickle of blood
In this silence of the world
in depths of slumber,
My head knows no weariness,
my heart no sorrow.
For I am Night as her child,
a creature of shadow and fire,
Her demon and wanderer,
wonder and evil entwined.