Equinoxe - Psyche

This is a place where the shadows fall

No one alive has ever been or returned

When day and night become one

We stand and wait at the equinoxe

This is where all the stories end

The final sentence in your head

Pages turn and the book will be closed

The moon will rise and claim it’s own

I only wanted to be alive

Never had to question it all

Now the wolves are howling

And time will unfold.