I Iong for the night!
It's profound silence, the dusky ambience
Sketching my perfect world of dalliance
With my nightly eminence.
I long for the shadowy night!
Hollowing the holo of morning,
Cracking Bricks of morn's misty ring.
With the caliginous melody that Alkonost &
Siren sing ,
To bask me in the Glorious Amnesia
Calling me, 'Lady Nyctophilia'
From the sunless centre of Agartha.
I desire for the moon & her spectrum!
Like her, I opt to be indifferent to the sun's firing
egoism.
A lavish longing for Lilith's lucid legacy!
How she refused to be dominated at Adam's
territory !
There was serenity in her stubborn labial,
So does this night, hyaline membrane upon a
notching wall,
Shaped exquisitely against Amun & Ra.
Their larynxes call be by 'Lady Nyctophilia'
I worship Nyx, Hypnos and Thanos,
Offering them Cereus that imbibes Sphinx like
Pollinators
To the lunar landscape.
This cubic night, A reverie under Phoebe's
silver cape
Indoctrinates me to remain-
Stoic before the bullets of luminous disdain
Triggered by the vainglorious solar mania.
Eh! Insignificant morning criticism, mere
Fragments of Critic's Dementia!
The vilification doesn't move Lady Nyctophilia.

© Willows