ffffComing sudden
over hill
scraped light
makes one last trill
before diminishing
beneath black rock
born from ire in
molten wrath
who so ever
dares stand up
to speak truth
will taste their lash
they who fear
forever burdened with ash
it is their weft to
make pillage of attempt
they would pull down the night
forever if it were a fabric
and not the entirety of the world
disguising sight