Nighttime
Winds will blow
where nothing does grow
and nothing has end or beginning.
Shadows fly
like holes through the sky
and saints are softly sinning.
Abandoned by all
cities crumble and fall
and drownéd men sleep in the sea.
Forests fall down
without making a sound
and all time ceases to be.
Stript and bare
to a lifeless stare
weird women wander in dreams.
Lost in the trance
of a motionless dance
while the world rips apart at the seams.
And flesh-eating things
sip slimy springs
or silently sit beside streams. Souls that stray
are spirited away
and the night just smolders and steams.