darkness – The Light is On

Where Time Stopped

Something about this place feels broken...

This story begins and ends in a place of long shadows...

In this land of machines the Makers walk surrounded by the phosphorescent glow of progress...

I think it was the waves lapping at the rocks that really drove it home...

This is the emptiness that brings absolution, the long-sought silence, the deep breath before a blind leap...

And it came to pass that shadows fell, and the people did bow before the darkness...

The great forest fell to slash and burn, and we gathered on a barren hillside to watch industry in the distance...

The waiting is the hardest part— waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for the smoke to clear...

Here I stand where the earth breaks away, waiting for the night to die...

Maybe there’s a reason for the slow tearing away, the new rifts opening between stepping stones across the river...

Ink veins golden across black pages rise and fall with the dawn...

I’m sitting here across streets and snowdrifts watching for a signal out of this haunted night when maybe I should be out there, listening...

Secrets pass through these halls, darkened by this night of waiting...

Between fountains of light a well of darkness, nightfall pouring into abyssal depths...

Out of void comes consciousness leviathan in shallow waters without memory of that dark beyond darkness...