The Edge of Night
Such close relationship with death we keep,
As we embrace the nothingness of sleep.
Not careful enough for a fall so steep -
One moment awake, the next fast asleep.
A Goddess of forgotten time therein,
Who donned a crown of stars upon her head,
Constellations engraved on midnight skin,
The land of sleep, the land of halfway dead.
While some embrace the empress we call night
The mass extinguisher of any light,
Unhappy beings relish in their plight
Until the deep abyss swallows their fight.
Does this unexplored boundary exist
If this pull none remember nor resist?
Copyright © Diana Almajan-Guta | Year Posted 2018
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