of sheep and wolves

At death of day let it be said

to all who lust for golden air

and all who live a single day

you serve as slaves to dimming light

 

night a whip, dark its strike

and blinding light the shackles,

to which you chain both head and hands

to chase the dying sun.

 

look back upon the fallen,

struck down by exhaustion

resting in the quiet night

 

and look upon the unbound,

who freely enter the abyss

and meet the dawn at the end of night

Reviews

[Destinyxi]

Nicely written :)