Phantoms of the Sun and MoonAs I blink, the night takes the form of a specter, black as coal, hidden from all, its robe starless and dark, It speaks in whispers, raspy they are, and they stab at my soul, there is no ground beneath me anymore, only darkness, a ringing in my ear like a swarm of bees, it only grows louder, The ringing, it becomes a madness, taking me over, sending my body into a rage, and then it stops, as does the rage, but I am frozen, The world looks as though it is spinning, and a dark mass takes form, when it stops, I see the specter, I know him, yet I do not, we both shed our outer skin, we portray our true selves, he is giant and white, and he fills the night sky, I am giant and the colors of the flame, and slowly I sink below an earthly horizon, and alas the specter speaks, until we meat again old friend, for tonight I own the sky |
