The majesty or the night sky

Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night comes whirling like a maelstorm. Warring waves of cracking clouds embrace this nightside landscape. The heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the moon. The winds are crying mournfully and tears fly with the gusts. They whip my clenched faces freezing skin with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long have I suffered the desert sands of time, but as I drown in darkness it will release my sign. My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life, to fly into the mist of night, into the nightside eclipse, and experience existance on the other side. As a stone of scorching entusiasm I refact the reflecting surface of this unfantomable sea. Growing circles of grief and pain slides across the land as an omen of the horror yet to come. The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons breed in my infernal, sinking soul. And as I reach the surface once again these powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky majesty.