The Majesty Of The Nightsky


Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night comes whirling like a

maelstrom. Warring waves of cracking 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 have I suffered 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 the night, into the nightside eclipse, and

experiences 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 omen of the horror yet to come. The strength of a thousand

fire-breathing demons breed in my infernal, sinking soul. And as I reach the surface

once again these powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky