Midst waves of mute dejectioncrawl upon malicious spines of dull furyrage burning in silence sought by my own wretched heartborn from the ruinous passage of timethe truth of loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile strands of abandoned faithYou are the nightcome forth in endless raptureyou are the nightto sheild thy fallen crestentangled in the scented tresses of their desireable womensoft graceful eidolons of light -- if only they were more than fleeting ghostsapparitions faded by time and duststirring in dark fields of rememberance where tristful scenes of long departed loves are endlessly portrayedone must seize each memory with careful hands kept hiddenand like rare, exotic flowers beheld by noneclutch them tightly to thy disconsolate heart and remember each onefor this pain shall soon passthe soulblight's slow destruction of what is most preciousof what we hold closest to our impassioned soulslike the vacant sigh of a thousand dying dreamsyou are the nighta tapestry of lighta nihility of shifting emotionscoalesce into patterned, empty tearsyou depart (from me) and I feel nothing