C r e p u s
1. Inky
Night has faded
away,
but a darkness
still gathers at the edges.
A sepia colour
seeps into this shelter.
Now
that the moon
is gone,
I’ve become independent,
just like I’ve been meant
to be.
The trees are
twisting
into new shapes,
alien and splendid.
And now
that the moon
is gone,
I’ve become independent,
just like I’ve been meant
to be.
An otherworldly hum
has grown
from the silence.
I let it fill my head
and center me in peace.
2. Twilit
Creatures
come out of the shadows,
gaze at me
as a slight breeze blows.
Their eyes are
glowing teal,
and the skin is shaded pearl-white.
In this Twilight,
I feel captivated.
And I remember
what it’s like
to rest,
with no
fear of the dark.
Spectres,
gentle and sparse,
point me to
a path they line for me.
In this Twilight,
I feel captivated.
And I remember
what it’s like
to rest,
with no
fear of the dark,
just the twinkling of stars.
3. Daybreak
Leaves catch small fires.
One by one, they start to burn
from the sunlight
growing brighter.
The Gloaming Hour
is melting away.
Just as the forest
is leveling.
Colours start to bleed
while the animals shift their shapes.
I start to sweat
with the heatwave.
The Gloaming Hour
is melting away.
Just as the forest
is leveling.
From the oozing grass,
the flames dance
about my feet,
then climb my legs
until my figure
is alight.
The environ has become
the active surface of the Sun.
Night has faded
away,
but a darkness
still gathers at the edges.
A sepia colour
seeps into this shelter.
Now
that the moon
is gone,
I’ve become independent,
just like I’ve been meant
to be.
The trees are
twisting
into new shapes,
alien and splendid.
And now
that the moon
is gone,
I’ve become independent,
just like I’ve been meant
to be.
An otherworldly hum
has grown
from the silence.
I let it fill my head
and center me in peace.
2. Twilit
Creatures
come out of the shadows,
gaze at me
as a slight breeze blows.
Their eyes are
glowing teal,
and the skin is shaded pearl-white.
In this Twilight,
I feel captivated.
And I remember
what it’s like
to rest,
with no
fear of the dark.
Spectres,
gentle and sparse,
point me to
a path they line for me.
In this Twilight,
I feel captivated.
And I remember
what it’s like
to rest,
with no
fear of the dark,
just the twinkling of stars.
3. Daybreak
Leaves catch small fires.
One by one, they start to burn
from the sunlight
growing brighter.
The Gloaming Hour
is melting away.
Just as the forest
is leveling.
Colours start to bleed
while the animals shift their shapes.
I start to sweat
with the heatwave.
The Gloaming Hour
is melting away.
Just as the forest
is leveling.
From the oozing grass,
the flames dance
about my feet,
then climb my legs
until my figure
is alight.
The environ has become
the active surface of the Sun.