The ever-baying darkness
Cradles me in its fear
In the cloak of boundless quivering
In the anguish propelled
To the high glittering heavens

The night wheels along
My worn and tattered flesh
Cruelly sent stirring
Until sunlight roars
Restored to its prime

Beneath the throes
Of curtains of black
I writhe and dissolve
In the slow brew of dismay

In the ceaseless blare
Of nocturnal kin
Destined to wage war
With the arms of common despair