A hungering darkness prowls

Its figure freckled with stars

Its one good eye, the frigid moon

Its thoughts, bright, melting comets

We close our eyes and drift away

In fearful awe, in drowsy dread

So few of us possess the strength

To watch deep shadows roam

The dark has a way of freezing time

And holding our sight hostage

Awake, we wonder, asleep we believe

Dawn still rises, slowly, stubbornly