The gods deposit a glowing coin
In the slot of horizon to swiftly join
A landscape and shadow in ambient sable.
The remnant of daytime is fading to fable.
We stumble, succor of lamp is brusque,
For the pressure of nighttide made shine subfusc.
Our censure is blind, we're unable to narrow
Precisely which footfall set nature to harrow.
We have no opening spared by murk
When the vapory pitch does invasive work.
We're losing the lumens from soul of a human
As blackness disbands each ethereal lumen.
Beyond a gap in diurnal light,
This internal attack is supernal plight.
With quiddity riddled, empyrean sentry
Will quickly forbid my empyrean entry.