the sky rumbles, twisting and churning
in me the color of occhiolism
time....is never the story you wish to
tell
i touched grace and vengeance in
orgasms of sound
flew with pixies and danced with angels
but it was never enough
never enough to sway the masters of
fate
your true beauty i could never reach
your purity i could never become
my darkness you could never hold
dawn is ever fleeting
dreams are but shadows in the palace of
my past
come now-
the hour of my death is at hand
resurrection planned
projectionist load the reel
ushers bring the house lights down
the long night of my soul is about to
begin
and then i felt the mountains
crumble
the seas swirled in agony
the moon, it split before my
eyes and bled
pouring my soul over the cosmos
you did not
feel me as i expired
you did not hear my song
spiraling into
another realm
driving into the chaos
let this be the time of burning
burn my history on the cross of
loneliness
and anoint me as i fade away
anubis, cleanse my essence and protect
me though this journey
osiris grant to me the stillness of the
darkened sky and ferry me 'cross the river
isis, thy womb be the cradle of the
reborn i
horus, gaze upon me with your knowing
eye and with your chariot deliver me to the palace of nestor for i
must drink with dionysus and copulate with persephone before my time
in this ethereal realm has past
arise! lucian nighthawk! arise!
the last reel loaded, the credits roll
house lights flicker into being
another story to be told
