The Vigil
In my world of shadows, the day draws long;
Silence echoes across the chambers of my soul.
Hesper rages in plumes of violet and crimson;
Tis all too beautiful, too painful to hold.
Whom is that yet fleeting, darts o’er the skies;
Twas only the silver’ed moon in Time..
Pale is Her cast upon me as I stand;
Dark is Her mood within me told.
Torrents engulf the ion streamed air;
Infusion, breath, exhalation;
Life is cold without the beloved.
Icy needles indent my skin;
Shards of light refracting another.
In this simulacra, I am redeemed;
Ignis reigns supreme.
Inward dancing, leaping high;
Fly, fly, fly……………….
People of Goda, the Clan of Tubal Cain 