Vespertine Poem by Archaeus Six

Quickened by wonder, my mind asunder,
The empyrean speaks to me.
Alas the frightful, yet, calming insightful,
A disposition, free from apathy.

Why always in twilight, the gentle encroaching night,
Do blights of torment, find sympathy.
To emancipation, by an act of aberration,
For a moment, my sins are free.

Perhaps Selene, in her smile so serene,
Pardons the fool, with amnesty.
To be silent and embrace, what leaves no trace,
Disturbs not, this rapture in me.

In the midst of alone, forthcoming I condone,
What the day would not let me see,
Unforetold pleasure, within such colorless treasure,
Bequeathed in stillness, I can finally be.