Spirit of Light

Across the velvet dark I glide

Trailed across the grasses, slide

Behind the mists, and mountains hide

Until, from mine narcisstic pride

I come to join the dance

I move so slow, do I stand still?

And is it of mine own free will?

By my false day the wide-eyed kill

And fang├Ęd creatures drink their fill

Whilst they have still the chance

For you see, my time shall pass

Soon fires and heat will streak the grass

When chimes resound, bells harken Mass

I then retreat, to sleep at last

For at a time, there can be but one.

My silver essence seems to be

At root of every memory

I am older though, than lake or tree

And keep the darkness bright for thee

Me, pitiful ghostling of the sun.