The skies darken with all of Earth’s features,
as if a great deity dawns the eve of great chaos.
The light shed upon the crust and its creatures,
to the addiction of the lunar ocean, is evermore lost.
Daily dormant bodies of the zodiac emerge,
for the heavens give into an early rising.
Constellations come to life from the moon’s blackening urge,
and to each and every sense, they sing.
The world all around, it falls still,
as a celestial reality unfolds far above nimbus clouds.
Beauty spawns and drowns all eyes to its will,
if they may witness the nocturnal veil so emotionally shroud.
The shadow moves on through the sky,
bathing the land in stellar born light.
One looks up wishing the moment not die,
lost in this unforeseen state of night.