Woeful symphony's collide within this after dark melody.
Before this tapestry of auroras that like a spark huddle within
its congregation, like moths around a flame waiting to be but
extinguished.

My wings encompassed this reality of shadows, elegance
wondered the shallow breath of eternity plucking black
orchards and seeding them on these pebbles of cold rock and ice.
So did these embryo silhouettes dance exquisitely in silence.

There is a unseen beauty that only the blind will ever envision
Where we whisper nothings but this song is always heard.
But time is a dull motion where there was nothing to play
upon. A dance of contours only visible to oneself becomes futile

So for the auroras to whisper shadows I bathed this once
beautiful place with eclipse of form. I scattered my feathers
to far flung voyages ,where now quills write on the stars
of my tortures but now my silhouettes dance a new form.

For there cant be light without darkness, heat without cold.
I breathed upon this existence, these pebbles of light in
a sea of oblivion. All pebbles will eventually sink,
till there is but perpetual twilight once again.