Nightspell Poem by Flak Rackham

Lurk beneath the burning gloom.
Stalk the stricken day.
Scent the nightshade's flaring bloom.
Breathe the vapors gold and gray.
Forage for a moment gone.
Glean the darkling space




















Lurk beneath the burning gloom
Stalk the stricken day
Scent the nightshades's flaring bloom
Breathe the vapors gold and gray.

Forage for a moment gone
Glean the darkling space
Reflect upon the dusk of dawn
Mind the morning mark the trace

Prowl below the afterglow
Haunt the Shining's lair
Taunt the ghosts at touch and go
Fetch them howling from the air.

Pray for souls from shattered years
Clasp them to your core
Sip the salt of spirit tears
Rip their wounds once more

Crouched upon light's cutting edge
Reap a raptured dream
Thresh along night's jeweled ledge
Tread time's shifting stream

Drift astride the stellar tide
Drop the starry seines
Dredge the evening's darkest side
Grasp what moon light means.







Where dusk reflects the dawn.
Every morning leaves a trace.
Prowl below the afterglow.
Haunt the shining air.
Taunt the ghosts at touch and go.
Fetch them howling from their lair.
Prey for souls from shattered years.
Clasp them to your core.
Sip the salt of spirit tears.
Nip their wounds once more.
Crouched across light's cutting edge
Reap the raptured dream.
Thresh beyond night's jeweled ledge.
Tread time's shifting stream.
Drift astride the stellar tide.
Drop the starry seines.
Dredge the evening's darker side.
Grasp what moonlight means.