Listen unto the dark, hear its quiet song At dusk it comes upon the blooming skies It sails upon the air, where it belongs A single voice among a hundred sighs
I light a candle and conceal the spark She hides from it, the hollow ghost of day The Queen of shadows and the queen of dark Whose essence forms the world of all the fey
She stands before me with her cloak spread wide And there, the misty shadows swell and breath The clouds attempt to seal her starry side Her face framed by a sheltering bough of leaves
The moon rose in a single dream of light Wrapped in her blackest silk I greet the night.
~Swift~
Swift Crow · Sun Nov 28, 2004 @ 03:56am · 2 Comments |