In depths of the night, with Darkness, The Supreme.
A sleeper wakes in dread, from a cold lucid dream.
Promising none but shadows, offering none but gloom,
Yet whispers the fate, that I'll never see a tomb.

Darkness is not what it seems, don't you see?
It’s more than just absence of light, or a scheme.
It’s a haven of the ageless, a world of its own.
Where souls never burn. Where infinity is known.

Darkness The Great, holds a canvas as I paint.
Our bitter ways uncover sin hidden in the saint.
A mirrored reflection of my innermost thoughts.
Reshaping my reality, a poetic psychonaut.

I hail The Great Earkness, and I won't be afraid.
For within its depths, my divingity, displayed.
Seen as a void, it's my wellspring of life.
Here, where peace thrives, I can outlive the fight.

Oh Darkness, the infinite being we know.
Truth in your essence burns alive. Stays aglow.
Confront, your own depth, Embracing your might.
We hail to the night, to discover our sight

© Derek 'Abraxas Rebxrn'