Nightsong

 
 
 
 
Night dreamer
Night weaver
Night seeker
of what’s hidden by day
Brutal light persuades,
bearer of ignoble names.
Broken under debt to
masters of the law and ledger.
Broken under shame, 
laughter cracks expose disgrace.
Harsh brightness has ceased
faux role as friend, teasing companion.
Lonely, bent to meet depression’s
rightful end, tragic eyes divine
sprite mages of the night.
Weavers playful, out of sight
of nonbelievers in
this place of magick.
Arrogance of spite,
self-fulfilling need
to define how we allow
can’t touch primal power clothed in night.
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