Lyra

Crossing only once in space and time,

Creating echoes of sound and light,

That rip through the paper-like black

And rained down like meteor showers

Across the divided galaxies, through the split bubbles of time, forming the light I now call mine

A galaxy divided, now in quiescence, wishes to burst with iridescence,

The whole world is a stage for the stars and planets to play their games. I’m getting a little tired of the remakes. When light dances upon our eyes and transmits wavelengths to our brains, do we see the stars’ dreams too? Do we relive their nightmares and worst warfare?

If we do not see the strings and pull back, or simply cut them off, we may demote ourselves to be merely puppets to them.

I say it is time for something new, a goddess made of violets and sinew

Her light comes stronger than any wind’s velocity,

She speaks in hypersphericity,

Noctifer, Nockquilos, child of Eos,

The Nightbringer, embraces a new element

The evening star signals the fall of night,

Providing light when the sun has lost her might,

Heeding the cries of Venus, feeling the sting of sulfuric rain

Hesperus answers the call,

And fights for us all

He rises from the dreary night,

Five to six, a lie, a kiss

The secrets that were served, we'd never say

Skip to eight, we called it fate

To live, to let us die another day

And nine, I saw the signs

Reflected in the barrel of a gun

Ten, we're here again

Shadows sneaking,

Curling around canvases,

Inking into fiery flesh,

Howling and crooning

Beneath the waves

No sound, no name, no face

That's my saving grace

It's a lonely place

Like the moon, marbled in scales

She sends her different faces through the grain

To escape the Nightbringer's embrace

Hiding behind the waves

Like a little Lochness

It's a lonely place

At the bottom of this crescent lake

No sound

No name

No face

Deep in hydrothermal vents

I cannot recall the last time

I could see

Sideways and straight