Mourning Night

At dusk the amber eye begins to close Our dusty anthills fading from its sight The midnight moonfright black-lit aura grows Entrenching us in hollow, fiend-filled night We lose ourselves and lose all sense of sense We lose the light and then lose sight of sight The baying wolves with daytime’s sun dispense Their basest instincts echo through the sky The praying men seek divine vigilance And nighttime’s hooded chaos leads to sin And hide the compass from humanity And so the fearful seek the light within Yet know they need the sun at reveille The light and dark in order intertwine Just like a rosary, a rosary