I was born –
The horizon leaked me, a slivering line
Choking the azure, circling the Sun
Bleeding light

From his corner,
Colours poured forth: meat pink and red wine
From melted spectres. A solar-shunned
Final fight

I rejoiced
In the silence of it all – the glorious quiet
Of black void, of absence, of the dark
Dark night

Though angels voiced
To souls through holes, singing disquiet
Using stars as windows to mark
Constant sight,

I ignored the heavens.
With a slowly blinking eye
I, Night, moved above the sublunary
Displaying a Borealis here or there
Singing my silence in frosty airs
Living on shadows, breathing earth
I ignored the heavens.

My death arrived
With supple sparks of changing tones
In the fabric of my widowed veil
Sun woke up, made dust to bones
And sliced my sky with a fire sail

I disappeared, let him reign
Over and over and over again.