in a silver stream of light.
Mercurial, the depth within the height.
Meandering in visions of delight.
suddenly, the night undid it all.
Black, the sheen of gallantry that calls.
Like exquisite ebony in marbled halls.
the touch; and hard, the luster.
Ancient paintings hang in clusters.
Deep in every particle, it festers.
projected far from home.
Lost within the need to roam.
Shadows play within a twilit zone.
through the alleyways.
Nightmares of the brighter days.
At the core, the demons do not pray.
was it that their God had been mislaid?
How is it that He didn't choose to stay?
Why couldn't he revive the holy days?
oh Mother of the Night,
to bring our dreams back to the light.
Hold us in your arms of ever-bright.
we may dream reality
from deep within your mysteries
and turn the terror back to history...
? Michaelette ?
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