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
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
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
