The Day,
A ship rolls on foamy seas
The helmsman steers away
Northerly winds blow her free
The undercurrent leads her astray.
A decrepit man stands alone
His devoted companion, a jackal
What the world has forlorn
The dogs will not baffle.
A young child, alone, astray
Young eyes see the world askew
He dreams of a long-awaited day
That he may rule the world anew.
The lady down the darkest way
Lights a lantern for all to see
The oil burns bright as the day
A dark sea will whisk many away.
A bright star over the Earth
An angel, a lover, a poet
Endless imagination gives birth
For love and ruin, stolid and stoic.
The Night,
The waters slow with icy stillness
Men shiver and chitter and row
Their bodies slow and chill with illness
A grave the dead will never know.
The jackal bites the hand
The blood is pure ichor, pure love
The man's forgiveness never abandons
Despite betrayal and selfish rebuff.
A child grows old and frail
A darkness covers his weary eyes
His dreams yet accomplished, face pale
A heart goes still as passion dies.
A lantern dims, its oil frozen
Frost impenetrable around its wick
The warmth of light now less brazen
The malice of night dense and thick.
A shining glow falls down from Heaven
Its return grandeur and fiery
The flame flickers and ears deafen
A dust-covered pew free of friars.
Twilight,
Together the ill make equal the will
Of men and minds that march onward
Nothing truly dies if it is not still
It only repeats a cycle.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
The Day,
A ship rolls on foamy seas
The helmsman steers away
Northerly winds blow her free
The undercurrent leads her astray.
A decrepit man stands alone
His devoted companion, a jackal
What the world has forlorn
The dogs will not baffle.
A young child, alone, astray
Young eyes see the world askew
He dreams of a long-awaited day
That he may rule the world anew.
The lady down the darkest way
Lights a lantern for all to see
The oil burns bright as the day
A dark sea will whisk many away.
A bright star over the Earth
An angel, a lover, a poet
Endless imagination gives birth
For love and ruin, stolid and stoic.
The Night,
The waters slow with icy stillness
Men shiver and chitter and row
Their bodies slow and chill with illness
A grave the dead will never know.
The jackal bites the hand
The blood is pure ichor, pure love
The man's forgiveness never abandons
Despite betrayal and selfish rebuff.
A child grows old and frail
A darkness covers his weary eyes
His dreams yet accomplished, face pale
A heart goes still as passion dies.
A lantern dims, its oil frozen
Frost impenetrable around its wick
The warmth of light now less brazen
The malice of night dense and thick.
A shining glow falls down from Heaven
Its return grandeur and fiery
The flame flickers and ears deafen
A dust-covered pew free of friars.
Twilight,
Together the ill make equal the will
Of men and minds that march onward
Nothing truly dies if it is not still
It only repeats a cycle.