by Julian Gibson
I have summoned the darkness of the sky and of the night,
And the darkness of the shadow when it beckons,
And the darkness of a beast and its beauty.
And the darkness for which wind alone cries the tune.
And the darkness of the hills before the cries of old rekindle.
And the darkness of the enchanted
When its soul flees from its chains.
And I say: For the death
Of what light is it sacrificed?
A scream from its eyes haunts an angel
As silence cloaks its chants:
And we are legends in the testament of the timeless –
Captured by fate.