Into That Good Night

In these times When sickness holds A solemn pact with death One did fall Unto sickness And shivering slumber Oh heaven above, why Is woe on misery piled Under these skies Should one more of us die? From darkest skies This night unfolds With the most gentle breath Still does one fall Unto that good night From pain ever yonder On the concrete shade-tendrils Slowly creep and crawl By evenfall the shadow-fingers Point towards the dawn I watch the insects Scurrying along the waning light For them the dark means death Whereas we hold dear this cover of the night

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025