I watch the sun its set
where the ruby glad skies
fill the summit of blue and clouds
like a resin bids the hints hue
into the dark tumbling sea
where the night closes its doors
swallows deep the bleeding king
into his watery tomb
I watch as the heavens open
every twinkling lullaby of stars
stretched out upon a sequenced sky
where Luna crafts her old songs and tale
and finds the Earth like a relished dream
upon which she dances and plays.
The night has its own flavour, its own disguise
and true as the day had bid its course
she too must quake at the powers
and loosen her might
to those approaching hours
when birthed anew the God king rises
with the distant rays that flood her world
drawing light, delectable through
burning the shadow of her form away
into a brilliant spectacle
a harmonizing song
the rips asunder the world to its tone
And cries I am before all existence.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph