Darkness
possessed
by queen night
her subjects roam
abjectly uncaring
their swift footfalls
the reverberations of golden
sound of silence
broken by sharp inhalation
no terror exists
where the light
cannot percieve it
to our minds
and where there is
infinite shadow
no hidden character
is in that corner
framed by gaudy
light of day
but this
short bliss is
the cover
of the garish lights
and they seek
to diminish my
coal and violet
rapture
so,
to the painted darkness
behind my lids and orbits
i retreat, i concur
to allow another day to begin.