Birth of the Night

Birth of the Night Thou eyes look low, though I dare thou to gaze on high, As have I, even now my pupils dilate, they grow, Despite my tendencies to lie So, please, forgive me when I pry, as there is, in fact, no sky. I swear it, Tis not a jape, Tis truer than if mine eyes had undergone visual rape. I have not mistook, nor mistaken, and please now, do not be shaken, as though from a slumber thou art now awoken. So I urge you to look, at what was taken, at what they took As when your gaze lifts high, even I can not deny what I struggled to see with thine eye, together gazing into the abyss that reached distant and afar, oft leaving us bewildered with jaws ajar. 'suppose thou art fated to die, my good friend, you and I? For the great shadow has doth descended thereby devouring the sky.