As everything was said before their time, I sought the foundations of running water that seemed to seep away at the briefest moment that I could not comprehend - all that I could understand was the darkness which swept away a piece of my own being.
I realized my practiced destiny is full of imperishable deities that lost faith in the suspended darkness of the fallen gates.
I was the one that said all there was is the pretense of being.
So I asked, how many days did I see, how many worlds did I feel, and how many lovers I steal?
What did I say? How far did I go?
All that I could be was a fallen angel of darkness.
Nothing could stop me, nothing could bear me, nothing could fill me with the allure I wished to seek, the allure I wanted to believe in.
Until the time Eureka fell upon me and the cosmos landed in the dusk of weathered grass, and what fell, and what cracked, and what thundered with the voices seeping by was none other then the beast of darkness.
However, that all turned away from the singing moon.
What was left was the treatment of my own wounds to take away from the pain and all the light that left its way from my heart.
But what did I see? Where did I go? What did I know about all that was now kept in my own being?
I look back and endure seeing the cradles of light turn away from the foundations of night into the beast of a singing moon.