Darklight
by Purecreature
My face is wreathed in shadow
My eyes are stars
From which comes the strange wind
Stirring against your cheek.
That is my gift
My gentlest grace.
Beneath my masks I’ll hold you.
Whilst my body streams out like the corona of suns
A black hole, you are safe in me.
Invoke me, provoke me, vent, scream and steal,
It is all the same, transmuted
By the darkness of my wisdom.
My face is wreathed in shadow
My eyes are stars
Can you hear them?
Can you hear the light I sing?
Can you touch the song surrounding you?
Don’t panic, you wont drown.
I wont let you.