Departure - Denominate

And then one day it was to take place

Though not the way anyone would have predicted

Not in the form of cataclysmic fire

But the absence of the very essence of its burning force

Dissipate!

Across the starry heavens

Cold, as hell…

Sixty million and eight

The lengths of mercy

They go unseen

We witness too late that Light hides a darker shade

Nothing travels across the vast space

Gaping black jaws tighten their frozen bit

From birth raised to never look up

«It will burn your sight»

Too clar and bright it shines

The beautiful dream ending in insight

What will become of life without light?

Without a warning

To some the last day would call forth the final night

And the other half less fortunate

It would never beget a dawn