Boundless Night



My Years
pass in pinning madness
shattered hopes
die in bloody bitterness

My Days,
wander in  somber folly
wasteful hours pass
in a mindless reverie

At dusk,
I light the fire of life
the smouldering embers
soothen my strife

In Night's arms,
drinking the  darkness
gazing the glittering charms
I sing  in wilderness

My life
takes flight
to distant horizons
freed from its plight

Comes the spiteful dawn
cracking streaks of light
into Body's chambers
drowns the spirit's flight

If, to see
only sorrow's might
in absence of light
be a boundless night

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