Deviled in the Deep
There is such beauty in the darkness. Even dreams come at night, with eyes closed. The obscuring chiaroscuro shadows, like the depths of a well, ever fluid, Swimming in dark. The muses live in the crevices of our veins. Bringing to life the caverns of our hearts that are filled with raging leviathans, like fallen drops of obsidian. These metallic crystal tears, micro to macro, affixed to the blackness of space. Even stars come out of the bleakest sky. Even the sun shines out of the coldest part of the morning. Even snow can fall upon the burned remains of a fire licked forest. These are sovereign melodies, Low tones in the deepest of ocean blue. This is a black hole, Closing like a wilted flower in the moonlight. Every night has its end, and every star is overcome by a more brilliant sun. And always, light shines through the darkness in the opening of an eye.