She trickled down from the light,
Sight by sight
Withdrawn from her warm eye light
As she waded deeper into the night.
They did sing, the herons
Even though the humid cries
And the star light waned and waned,
Reputation acted as stringent spies.
Shining light was a river,
A sparkle in the harsh mirror.
Despair snaked its way through,
As did wanton and pain and bitterness.
And thus she became darkness.
The white cracks swallowed the witness.
Dark liquid in the morning cup,
Steam blows off her,
She rises and breathes fire
As she becomes the darkness.