The Last Nightfall

The Last Nightfall

A shimmer trace of divinity lost

in the beckoning midnight frost

(We are) lulled within the wake

of a cold November's nightfall.

A communion of life and eternity,

of Races scattered in the depths

of universal darkness.

Above me minds went sailing free

blossomed in a primordial soup

Of the nocturnal sea.

Paragon of beauty,

Oh, spark of Creation;

Instincts march to

the rhythm of sessation

Starborn flew the

ghost of Humanity

in the tides of life,

whose wonders crowned

our yesterdays with light.

We lived beneath the

waning moon of truth

And danced in hunger

for the Power of intellect

( And of Youth)

Like the dark dance

of a dying Flame;

Sweepingly embracing

its grieving spark

Defiantly blazing in the black that awaits

Counting the days 'til the new Age breaks

Times' cyclone arise,

Piercing the fairest of Skies

In the elysian awakening

of spiritual glory

we see our story

Meadows of Asphodel

Burning in the hunted dawn

Tragedies die among fiery spawn

as the fire of wisdom

is engulfed in pain.

The lightbringers are blind!!

But there is no shame

Paragon of beauty,

Ephemeral seeds of life, ever more...

We move kryptic

Like the rhythm of the Night.

Nightfall by the shore of time,

a tidal wave of fire in the blind

Swept away with the fires of heart

Bringing light to everything

that was in the dark

(Universal Communion )

We move in a fragmented Eternity,

Like pale shadows

In life's outer regions

find Tranquility

The soul is streaming in flight