As obscurity prevails,
and the dark moon sets
the tone,
while the shadow still
entrails
with the nightmare in
my home.

A simple, even childish
fear,
slowly, but surely on
the trace
dimming the light as it
nears,
chuckles as it sees my
face.

With a grasp, long as
the night
and a mouth lusting for
blood,
grabs, expecting little
fight
growls, as a monster should.

A nightmare! I'm shocked!
It's been too long...
I haven't had these in
a while...
And as my head rests -
the same old song,
a music box with sounds
too vile.

an untwisting of the mat
the fibre holding it as one
is fast becoming undone
its time verily nigh

The rushed days are slipping by
As I ride this eagle into the sky
Circling the mountains high
Never knowing the reason why
Those of us would pay to die
As the albatross sit and cry
All I can do is stand and sigh
Knowing the end is drawing nigh

End

The stars in the night sky are millions of years old
And it is said that when you gaze into them,
You are looking into the past
Years upon years
Of past lives lived
And stored in those beautiful stars
Concealing all the secrets of people’s existence
I wonder if our futures were written in our pasts
Because stars were created to show us our history
And we were built to glimpse at our futures