At the cusp of dusk they billow in,
Great black beasts, gravid and wroth;
They devour moon, they devour stars,
Thundering across the celestial sphere.
Roaring eruptions and lambent light –
A bacchanal of Babeldom.
Eden fire pierce, fierce, incisive stabs;
Instantly illuminating,
As the great black beasts birth torrents.
R. A. Tyndall
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
At the cusp of dusk they billow in,
Great black beasts, gravid and wroth;
They devour moon, they devour stars,
Thundering across the celestial sphere.
Roaring eruptions and lambent light –
A bacchanal of Babeldom.
Eden fire pierce, fierce, incisive stabs;
Instantly illuminating,
As the great black beasts birth torrents.
R. A. Tyndall