I am the night,
The darkness so deep
The azure abyss in which gold sleeps
Primordial - eternal
As old as the universe -
Older even than light

Borne of chaos
Tumultuous and free
A glorious happening
Truly a song so high and sweet
There are very many borne of me
Legacies alive in the dark

But there are still rules to be
I have told you over again, and again still
Written in the flights of birds
And twisting entrails
The absence of a heart
Disregard me
And your grave will come