At the cusp of dusk, they billow in,
Great black beasts, gravid and wroth;
They devour the moon they devour stars,
Thundering across the celestial sphere.
Roaring eruptions and lambent light –
A bacchanal of Babeldom.
Eden fire pierce, fierce, incisive stabs;
Instantly illuminating,
As the black beasts birth torrents.

© Rodwin A. Tyndall