Children of the Night

 
Set the skies on fire
as sheets of flames fall,
envelop the full moon
in seas of red.

Swirling in a violent haze
blood tear drops, dropping
in the night, torn
on the paths of shattered dreams.

Lost within a muse
every thought burns
the soul lucid, each turn
attacks, subtle-masked.

Shame burst forth like gales
I come and go, two worlds
shadow and light
the balance of a fine line.

Secret plots woven
the children of the night
chant their dirge furiously
before they expire.  

Let me become empty,
like a phantom, floating
on orbs of light
toward the sublime.