An ancient dark creeps up my back:
I feel it in the blink of rime.
Pulsating clocks of thyme, alack,
Cast ashen shadows on my spine.

The haunt of nightfall keeps awake
The broken stare of eyes long dead.
For only fate is here at stake
Where oceans turn to rivers red.

The calyx tastes of locust blood,
Engulfing numbness, deaf to blind,
This downfall sings a soothing thud,
And lays to waste this hope of mine.

An ancient dark consumes me whole:
I fade into obscurity.
It asks unfathomable toll,
I give my all, it sets me free.