The Majesty Of The Night Sky


Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night

comes whirling like a maelstrom. Warring waves of crackling clouds

embrace this nightside landscape. The heavens bleed, through open

wounds, the dim light of the moon. The winds are crying mournfully and

tears fly with the gusts. They whip my clenched faces freezing skin

with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long I have sufferred the desert sands

of time. But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign. My soul

will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life, to fly into the

mist of night, into the nightside eclipse, and experience existence on

the other side. As a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract the

reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. Growing circles of grief

and pain slides across the land as an ome of the horror yet to

come. The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons breed in my

infernal, sinking soul. Ans as I reach the surface once again these

powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky majesty.