Finsternis

Finsternis is closing in

And I wander free

Yet knowing, naive

Yet widely reprieved.

It closes in, the shutters

Draw, and the dried out

Streets remain, filled

With smoke, with shame.

It darkens, it fills the

Bells with still, the

Desperately incurious

Lie silent, lie still.

Still it comes, and the

Cups are full, the

Halls now drained

Of mirth, of joy.

And so I roam

In a dried out

World, a desolate

Renewed, alive.

I stalk these shades

And pursue their

End, where they

Meet the sun.

I seek, I do not

Find, and still I

Seek some more

What is gone.

It is gone. Gone

From here, gone from

This world, it is no

More, no more.

Not sought nor found,

Neither lost nor

Gained, silent, broodng

Sparkling, alone.

Too dark. Too black

To never and nothing

To fire upon this

Earth, and within.